This is a song about "Build from past"

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Move from the past to the present on the train

My stacks are steady swellin, like weightlifters that body build

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Cause imma step it up, build it up

I know you're mad, but so what

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Move from the past to the present on the train

Our history that they stole, africa

You want the pain move from the past to the

But i snap back an i stack facts from past relationships ive had,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Would you like to build a snowman

She said she's never had a man