This is a song about "Mining industry"

To the rigors of the industry

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Getting bored with this industry,

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Industry and the strings attached to yours

I flash smiles at the mean looks