This is a song about "It industry"

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

So sorry,i am brave,i got this industry to save

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Im striving in this industry

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

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

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

I came in industry without get any help

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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