This is a song about "Industry"

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Back when everything in the industry was all new//

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

This industry has us all in a slump

But got comma’s in my statement

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

But that's a industry mentality, misogyny's a reality,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny