This is a song about "Condition"

You're uncool like my mother kin

We cool under one 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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

And then i saw the air condition

Well wishes to my opposition

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Straight g thing, double m g thing

On his critical condition,

Riding around without a fuck given

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin