This is a song about "Winer factory"

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Raps straight out the back of the crack 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

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

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