This is a song about "Condition"

We cool under one condition

You're uncool like my mother kin

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

First off congratulations on the win

And then i saw the air condition

On the, condition that

Where the black girls get their weaves back