This is a song about "Not fitting into the rap music industry"

Scared about the industry

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

When we blast it and then pass the mic to save rap music,

To the rigors of the industry

I just want somebody i can see

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

Fitting that you're the tutor cause i'm serving you a lesson

And i just simply know that rap music will never be the same,

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Now he wants to step into the rap game

I'll never call you bitch again

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Whether my music fits into every scenery

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free