This is a song about "Project cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

But some of the best things happen in the project,

Shouts out to st. louey, swag champ i got the belt

Run away from the cars...

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

Paper's with kush by the bush that has a major stench

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

What a feeling of overcoming the odds