This is a song about "Building homes"

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

I wonder why my serious music is truly never played at shows,

And yall niggas the right flow

Enter the building through the window

Took me a while just to write those

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

But he don't rule a thing

My anger keeps building

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I do this shit for ghettoes and those 'hoods and kids from broken homes,

Gettin' dumb and dumber, you a brute, homes?

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

I'll put you in your place, and i don't even sell homes