This is a song about "Factories"

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice