This is a song about "Condition"

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

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

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

And my condition to start violence

You're uncool like my mother kin

We cool under one condition

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

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

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

On the, condition that

That moschino shit is so back

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position