This is a song about "Conditions"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

On a mission but my hearts got conditions

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

The flight is canceled due to poor sky conditions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

As we arise from the mist, my conditions not right

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

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

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Young as five/ but none despise their conditions