This is a song about "Building homes"

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

To dual-earner comfortable households in suburban homes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

With that said, i ain't around like my old combs

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

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

The real slim shady's entered the building

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Im building a foundation

You're uncool like my mother kin

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,