This is a song about "Housing prices"

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

Tough streets, section 8 inside the public housing projects,

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

We don't set prices we don't set prices we create that shit off the dome

From the cold water flats and the old public housing,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

It's like my whole entire life's a project like it's public housing,

Let's have a toast for this new love

I cant believe the prices

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Deceiving the heads with prices. i'm one of the big guys.