This is a song about "Building homes"

Out the homes lickety split *poof* like smoke

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

My anger keeps building

Don't want to be the king

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

The real slim shady's entered the building

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,