This is a song about "Industry"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

Face of the industry

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

I came in industry without get any help

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Getting bored with this industry,