This is a song about "Factors of production"

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

Full of shit, that is us, greater factors, wacker fucks

Out of mind out of sight

Not only had the fiend died

Feeling, of appealing

Don't want to be the king

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

I'm including the factors of concluded disasters

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Out of this coviction of feelings

And when i start to rise

Of the book of your life

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

To all the frauds stop faking, relax