This is a song about "Psycodelic condition"

On his critical condition,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Tell my story from a position to show everyone my condition

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Or you will be discovered in a very bad condition.

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Hey your honor, is you kidding

And then i saw the air condition

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

I'm in a condition of intuitions were life's made up of illusions,

You use anything at your disposal to mend your condition,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

In this condition, im loading up with ammunition