This is a song about "Project cars"

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Keeping my syllables up cos i want my revenge

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

Got like a hundred cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

If dying was the project education is confused with intelligence

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

You pull up in parking lots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars