This is a song about "Condition"

And then i saw the air condition

Riding around without a fuck given

It ain't where i been

About your condition,

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

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

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

On his critical condition,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

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