This is a song about "Winer factory"

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

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

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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

Raps straight out the back of the crack factory

On they twitter writing novels, 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

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

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

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

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory