This is a song about "Condition"

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

On the, condition that

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

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

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

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

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

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

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

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