This is a song about "Industry"

Scared about the industry

I'm a baller, literally

Im striving in this industry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

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

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

Of making the industry, good once again.

When they here today what you say to them