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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And my condition to start violence

About your condition,

Gin makes me sin

Well wishes to my opposition

And then i saw the air condition

We cool under one condition

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition