This is a song about "Factory"

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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

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,

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

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring