This is a song about "Condition"

Gin makes me sin

About your condition,

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

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

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

And my condition to start violence