This is a song about "Condition"

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

We cool under one condition

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,

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

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

Ask 'bout me bitch, dressed like an eclipse

And my condition to start violence

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Go where you ain't been

About your condition,

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for