This is a song about "Industry"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

So sorry,i am brave,i got this industry to save

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Of making the industry, good once again.

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

To the rigors of the industry

Scared about the industry

Fuck that now trying get the money

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others