This is a song about "Lab projects"

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Cause your pussy like your friends, an you ain't from the projects

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

In fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

The labyrinth of pan’s lab is adamantly here

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

Where the process projects the problematic progress

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

In the projects where ya find me

Fuck that nigga, i am the party