This is a song about "Industry"

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

But that's a industry mentality, misogyny's a reality,

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

Scared about the industry

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Of making the industry, good once again.

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody