This is a song about "Building homes"

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Im building a foundation

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Straight g thing, double m g thing

When i step in the building

My anger keeps building

Lust will have you slipping

Tell them niggas they slipping

I've made it in the building

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Enter the building through the window