This is a song about "Industry"

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

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

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

This industry has us all in a slump

Got the type of bump that make a dog wanna hump

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

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Industry lames, take off that box logo

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Of making the industry, good once again.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them