This is a song about "Condition"

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

We cool under one condition

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

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

And then i saw the air condition

First off congratulations on the win

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done