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

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

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

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