This is a song about "Rune 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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

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

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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