This is a song about "The projects"

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

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

Tough streets, section 8 inside the public housing projects,

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

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

So gon' and be my dealer baby

In the projects where ya find me

My lyric projects through a rough process

They at the same spot they making no progress

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

Affected 'cuz their parents in the projects never made it,

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

Yea! we got a lot of star power in the building tonight

I carry on the projects and the streets essence,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years