This is a song about "Projects"

They say nothings ever free

In the projects where ya find me

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

It sounds good, you ain't pushin' work in the projects

Prospects to rule the projects, process is complex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Whether its a bong or a joint ill be draining it of contents, like im in the projects,

I, i, i know i got carried away/ when i buried the faces of your friends

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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 through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,