This is a song about "Project cars"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

Now i'm working on a final project i can show

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Sittin' up in project hallways, crankin' bass, smokin' bones,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

When bret hart meet brett farve

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?