This is a song about "Winer 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

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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