This is a song about "Factory"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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

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,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three