This is a song about "Condition"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

We cool under one condition

And then i saw the air condition

I know that love it could begin

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

I'm done thinking, this ain't enough drinking

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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