This is a song about "Condition"

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

And then i saw the air condition

My talent should take me places i've never been

Hmmm where should i begin

About your condition,

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

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

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

Catch you up on places i've been

On his critical condition,

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,

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

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