This is a song about "Projects"

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

In the projects where ya find me

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Beautiful sunsets vivid context inside the projects

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

All my nigears r in the projects

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

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

My lyric projects through a rough process

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex