This is a song about "Factors of production"

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Feeling, of appealing

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life

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

To revolutionize banners, killing like cancers here are the factors

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Out of this coviction of feelings

Knock you straight out of production

You're uncool like my mother kin

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Pretenders like actors after factors create dilemmas,

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

I trap factors like a pig laugh or hangers