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,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

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

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

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

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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

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