This is a song about "Condition"

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

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

On his critical condition,

What up girl, tell me how you been

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

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

About your condition,

I'm wale, the prescription

Ha my mojo back

On the, condition that

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

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