This is a song about "Condition"

On his critical condition,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

I know that love it could begin

About your condition,

And my condition to start violence

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position