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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Growing up in the streets was easy

When you've made so many mistakes in life and you just want a clean slate!

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Showered in your objects you don't know about the projects

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Beautiful sunsets vivid context inside the projects

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

I'm forsaken again, rhymes elatin' ta' ten, statin' that i'm hatin' the bends,