This is a song about "Factory"

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You know, it's like i'm livin just to diei fall on my knees and beg for mercy, not knowin if i'm worthy

Evidently, im a killing accessory, thats why im hiding in a supplementary factory,

Oh wait it is, i'm past all the last factory packagers packaging,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

And all women who had light features, see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Slapped in factory boxes like boxers, i'm renegade,

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see