This is a song about "Factory"

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

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

Evidently, im a killing accessory, thats why im hiding in a supplementary 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