This is a song about "Condition"

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

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

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

And this that raw shit, dead bodies chopped up in the sewer

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

But he don't rule a thing

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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