This is a song about "Condition"

On his critical condition,

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

And then i saw the air condition

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

I don't want it on my back

On the, condition that

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

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

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

This ain't easy, im thinking

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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