This is a song about "Condition"

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

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

I'm wale, the prescription

On his critical 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,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

Lies, tangled with fiction

About your condition,

On the, condition that

I'm about to snap

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,