This is a song about "Industry"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours