This is a song about "Factories"

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

If i can get past the wack emcees packed in factories,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

Now watch him count the bodies like bitches be counting calories