This is a song about "Bob the building"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

Rage, pain, was blown away in the wind like bob dylan's,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'm building a foundation which is soon to be the metropolis,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

The real slim shady's entered the building

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

I'm different, i'll twist the wicked ceiling off this little building,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing