This is a song about "Condition"

On the, condition that

Cus if your love was all i had

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,

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin