This is a song about "Conditions"

Young as five/ but none despise their conditions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

About disaster in the world and

And she wishes she could ignore them like the terms and condi-tions

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Make my passion to critics ? backward opinions

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

That's my conditions, strictly sick, if you got it twisted,

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions