This is a song about "Coming ot the projects"

You bragging cause it must be nice to run the projects

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Too much prized living in the projects, near suicide me who supplied

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

I'm coming under the sheets smother

I thought i recognized her

And i like my window tinted out

Im coming str8 from the underground

A criminal grind nigga

Coming equipped with the

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

For things they would rob for, pickin' pockets in the projects,