This is a song about "Condition"

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

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,

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

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

About your condition,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

And my condition to start violence

You're uncool like my mother kin

And then i saw the air condition