This is a song about "Condition"

Well wishes to my opposition

On his critical condition,

We cool under one condition

Riding around without a fuck given

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

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

And my condition to start violence

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

On the, condition that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

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