This is a song about "Condition"

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

That im holy ive been "christened" but its insufficient, im in no condition

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Riding around without a fuck given

On his critical condition,

And my condition to start violence

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

We cool under one condition

On the, condition that

Where the black girls get their weaves back