This is a song about "Condition"

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

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

I know that love it could begin

About your condition,

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

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

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

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

Since she wasn't really cribbing to his living

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,