This is a song about "The crappy rap industry"

Fuck crappy haircuts and these khaki pants,

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Not a click i click with the bitch clicks me left me with my dead trees wilted new industry

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

I want a career in this rap industry, i don't know if it is possible but it is my fantasy,

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Back when everything in the industry was all new//

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

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

Gotta go, let her leave

Crappy shity feces

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me