This is a song about "Growing up in the projects"

It sounds good, you ain't pushin' work in the projects

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

What them tippers don't see

In the projects where ya find me

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

The hardest part of life is growing up.