This is a song about "Factories"

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

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth