This is a song about "Factory"

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Look it something they can't ever see

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,

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

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