This is a song about "The record industry"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Scared about the industry

Ignored the fact that they pressed record

He appreciates your support

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

But let the record be shown

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

I'll record with the hope,

I just know i'm that dope

Of making the industry, good once again.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Priest tried to fuck me in the ass, for a record deal

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

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