This is a song about "Industry"

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm a go ahead in the race and hit this industry

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

To the rigors of the industry

Face of the industry

They say nothings ever free

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Getting bored with this industry,

Cause some of you bitches funny

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

This industry is full of arrogant snakes