This is a song about "Industry"

This industry is full of arrogant snakes

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Burn rappers with a third degree... never agreed with the industry

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

On they twitter writing novels, see

Im striving in this industry

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

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free