This is a song about "Industrial factory"

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

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

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

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

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