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,

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

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

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

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

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