This is a song about "Industry"

This industry has us all in a slump

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Of making the industry, good once again.

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

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

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

To the rigors of the industry