This is a song about "Industry"

Face of the industry

Hey, must be the money

Striving in this industry

Took my heart away from money

To the rigors of the industry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

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

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Im striving in this industry

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts