This is a song about "The crappy rap industry"

[record scratch] the industry is backwards to me

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Crappy shity feces

I'm why baby mommas leave

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Your killing the hip-hop industry with your whack bars of misery,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Industry and the strings attached to yours

Epic, they used to feed me detours