This is a song about "Condition"

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Tell them niggas they slipping

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

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

On the, condition that

I don't want it on my back

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

And then i saw the air condition

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

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

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition