This is a song about "Industry"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

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

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

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

This industry has us all in a slump

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Fusing industry of fake mc's secretly acting like the next big thing

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Industry should be embarrassed for signing these lil wayne inherits

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

I just want somebody i can see