This is a song about "Factory"

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

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

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

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

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,