This is a song about "Factory"

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,

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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