This is a song about "The crappy rap industry"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

To the rigors of the industry

Hopin' that my niggas see

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

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

Crappy shity feces

As much as i wanna leave

Scared about the industry

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

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

But they didn't know this was the wrong streetbang bang, count another casualtybut it's a cop whose shop is brutality