This is a song about "Rap industry"

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

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Of making the industry, good once again.

Face of the industry

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

I want a career in this rap industry, i don't know if it is possible but it is my fantasy,

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

And you faker than willy wonkareal shit, i told you

Back when everything in the industry was all new//

Getting bored with this industry,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see