This is a song about "Condition"

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

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And my condition to start violence

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

On the, condition that

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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