This is a song about "Building"

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

The real slim shady's entered the building

I'm building my name up, not building up cash

See her man face-to-face through the glass

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

The main freestyle king back in the building

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

Walked up in the shop, everybody lookin' shocked

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

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Go to the top of the building