This is a song about "Conditions and assumptions"

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

See her man face-to-face through the glass

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

But you got assumptions

Cause we been off them slave ships

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Hoes row got beans in them

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right