This is a song about "Conditions"

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Young as five/ but none despise their conditions

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

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

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

Unify them, mob through, take over and

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips