This is a song about "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

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

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

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Tough streets, section 8 inside the public housing projects,

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

And i listen to common

The bigger the the fun

In the projects where ya find me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents