This is a song about "Grime 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

On hip hop and grime my g,

Bitch, they call it motor city

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

All grime artist should want to follow in your steps

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Sayin' have you done that extortion, am gonna wrap up the grime

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I try not to obey them at anytime

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

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