This is a song about "Condition"

On the, condition that

Can't win with a passive attack

I know that love it could begin

About your condition,

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

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

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

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