This is a song about "Building a house"

Gimme a mic the building gonna get louder and louder,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I'm building a foundation like a buildings sheathing

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

This home is lookin' like it's a flop house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Like staking your building sells a clean sweep

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Bought a new house, kitchen & bed!

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Building a contraption with suspension to teach you a lesson.