This is a song about "Condition"

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

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

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

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my 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

And my condition to start violence

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

We cool under one condition

I know that love it could begin