This is a song about "Factor"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

You a prankster and im the it factor

Graduate as a master in fact a big factor

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I wish drugs were never a factor, that wasn't my plan

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

Ill hit ya with rhymes that matter another factor laughter chitter chatter after

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for