This is a song about "Winer factory"

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

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

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

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory