This is a song about "Condition"

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

And my condition to start violence

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

We pray while we prey on competition

And then i saw the air condition

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

We cool under one condition

Riding around without a fuck given