This is a song about "Industry"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im striving in this industry

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

Face of the industry

I be gettin' money

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

Back when everything in the industry was all new//

Striving in this industry

You a lady boss, now you fly free