An affliction pimps suffer from as a result of their poor diet based primarily on greasy street food eaten standing.
"Man, I don't know why I've got the pimp skitters today. All I had was two hot dogs, a slice of pizza, a bottle of wine, two cheeseburgers and a coke."
A process that's the exact opposite of natural selection, in which the worst individuals seem to become successful and actually good individuals don't.
The music industry completely relies on survival of the shittest and actual good artists don't make it anymore.