This is a song about "The projects"

You bragging cause it must be nice to run the projects

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

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

Housing projects, middle class gangsters, aim and spark it,

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

I can smell it when i go outside

Lifes nice in the projects if you hustle right

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

My lyric projects through a rough process

Alcohol and booty calls

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

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Tough streets, section 8 inside the public housing projects,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed