This is a song about "The human condition"

My soul was ripped open, exposin the human inside

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

They all see my life from a childish position

Make success your mission, regardless of your condition

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Stuck in this #condition i'm fitting

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

On his critical condition,

Girl listen, trying to position

First off congratulations on the win

We cool under one condition

And then i saw the air condition

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.