This is a song about "Industry"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

The hard, fast dope has a whole lot of coroners

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

Striving in this industry

I be gettin' money

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Back when everything in the industry was all new//

Of making the industry, good once again.

We must, be the flyest of southerner men