This is a song about "Industry"

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

I'm a baller, literally

Im striving in this industry

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Of making the industry, good once again.

Back when everything in the industry was all new//

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

I came in industry without get any help

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks