This is a song about "Project cars"

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Cars are passing by, guy

Dreamin on a lullaby

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

I am a redetermined, project changing from a pothead, to a blockhead,

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

When bret hart meet brett farve

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

Bad bitches onlybig bank rolldo it like tonyfuck her friend