This is a song about "Condition"

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

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

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

And then i saw the air condition

Snapple fact: you rather wack

On the, condition that

We cool under one condition

What up girl, tell me how you been

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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