This is a song about "Building money"

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

And another for building from nothing like pyramids that are ancient

The real slim shady's entered the building

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

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

A sinner not, i'm the building blocks, of which you want

Want the title but im always fighting under card

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

The way she walks and causes a fuss

When i step in the building

Let my angel sing