This is a song about "Industry"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Scared about the industry

To the rigors of the industry

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

It ain't hard to make money

Face of the industry

This industry has us all in a slump

The day before is better than the present

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

Fusing industry of fake mc's secretly acting like the next big thing

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years