This is a song about "Winer factory"

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

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Raps straight out the back of the crack 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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Your birth certificate is an apology from the condom factory

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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