This is a song about "Projects"

I love you your my one an only, my love for you is like a river it never ends,

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

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

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

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Too much prized living in the projects, near suicide me who supplied

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

And out of them same projects where lots of kids get shot up for gang violence

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Dealers walkin’ a tightwire in the public housing projects,

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Showered in your objects you don't know about the projects