This is a song about "Industry"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To the rigors of the industry

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

So sorry,i am brave,i got this industry to save

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

I'm a go ahead in the race and hit this industry

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

My friends said my rappin is wack, i can't be the future face of this industry//

Took my heart away from money

Scared about the industry