This is a song about "Condition"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And then i saw the air condition

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

About your condition,

Hmmm where should i begin

And hell. human condition? what a fancy name to label on a prison,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

I'm wale, the prescription

We cool under one condition

And my condition to start violence

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

On his critical condition,

Riding around without a fuck given