This is a song about "Condition"

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

In the house, holla back

On the, condition that

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,

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

And my condition to start violence

Higher than mariah in a choir full of violins

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I'm in condition of confusion where's life's stopped in future,

On his critical condition,

First off congratulations on the win

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position