This is a song about "Housing prices"

Tough streets, section 8 inside the public housing projects,

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

On the slow jam of love

I cant believe the prices

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

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

Than the prices on a canadian-tire freaking flyer/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

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

Discriminated housing and then took away their fathers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

From the cold water flats and the old public housing,