This is a song about "Rune factory"

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory