This is a song about "Da projects"

All my nigears r in the projects

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

In the projects where ya find me

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

Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

Da da da da then, it hit me now, oh wow!

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

I wanna be da best for ma ppl and da best in da nation

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,