This is a song about "Condition"

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

On the, condition that

I promise i'mma call you back

On his critical condition,

You're uncool like my mother kin

I'm wale, the prescription

And then i saw the air condition

That im holy ive been "christened" but its insufficient, im in no condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And my condition to start violence

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,