This is a song about "Condition"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And my condition to start violence

You're uncool like my mother kin

And then i saw the air condition

Being blind isn't a condition, it's a decision,

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission