This is a song about "Bob the building"

That's making your head bob even if the music was muted,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

It's me in the building, now you gotta get mine, i'm

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

I've made it in the building

I was born to do the damn thing

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

Give me a reason why i'm not the best breathing

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

A sinner not, i'm the building blocks, of which you want

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first