This is a song about "Industry"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Im striving in this industry

They say nothings ever free

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free