This is a song about "The industry"

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Of making the industry, good once again.

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

I came in industry without get any help

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

See this whole industry is fake but they seem to know the drill

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

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

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money