This is a song about "Industry"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Of making the industry, good once again.

And it rules everything around them

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

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

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

To the rigors of the industry

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Hey, must be the money

Face of the industry