This is a song about "Factory"

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

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

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

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

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,