This is a song about "Condition"

And my condition to start violence

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

About your condition,

Lies, tangled with fiction

You're uncool like my mother kin

And then i saw the air condition

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

We cool under one condition

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission