This is a song about "Industry"

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

You servant,to the industry when your skill is honestly worthless,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Face of the industry

And now that i’m getting money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Striving in this industry

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

But that's a industry mentality, misogyny's a reality,

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

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey