This is a song about "Lab projects"

Pills straight from the lab, perhaps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

When you was leaving, did he put up a fight

I just play my part make moves like chess

My lyric projects through a rough process

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Where the process projects the problematic progress

In the projects where ya find me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,