This is a song about "Building homes"

Police be barging into homes but that's rude

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

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

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

The real slim shady's entered the building

Im building a foundation

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

Ricky moore flightposite, mike bibby blue foams

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Im building a foundation

You can disown him or stone him

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring