This is a song about "Build"

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

My stacks are steady swellin, like weightlifters that body build

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

People get scared when they see us, so they build more prisons

I kill your rep, good luck to re build it,

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Never be happy unless u build from me a golden hall

Smoking marijuana trying to build my life's saga,

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

I’m tryna be low key

Just watch me build my dynasty.

Build a fire inside, i can hear that shit igniting/

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring