This is a song about "Condition"

You're uncool like my mother kin

And then i saw the air condition

Lies, tangled with fiction

About your condition,

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

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

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

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

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

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position