This is a song about "Building bridges"

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

Career bout to commence building up suspense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And shits not perfect but at least i'm not spending all of my time on bridges

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Enter the building through the window

I can always go home and look down my street

Like staking your building sells a clean sweep

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation