This is a song about "The crappy rap industry"

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

To the rigors of the industry

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

When they here today what you say to them

Of making the industry, good once again.

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

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

It’s gutter symphony fuck the industry,

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Fusing industry of fake mc's secretly acting like the next big thing

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

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