This is a song about "Condition"

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

On his critical condition,

I'm wale, the prescription

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

And then i saw the air condition

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

About your condition,

Hmmm where should i begin

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Tell them niggas they slipping

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