This is a song about "Industry"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

I'm a go ahead in the race and hit this industry

Took my heart away from money

To the rigors of the industry

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Industry lames, take off that box logo

Of making the industry, good once again.

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

I came in industry without get any help

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Face of the industry

It ain't hard to make money

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Industry should be embarrassed for signing these lil wayne inherits

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

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,