This is a song about "Rune factory"

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Where every recipient, property of the state

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,

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory