This is a song about "Building the mach"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Gimme a mic the building gonna get louder and louder,

Set up fire to the ceiling, wait fuck that set fire to the building

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

The main freestyle king back in the building

There'd still be niggas out killing

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

And flies out the building door, now there's cops outside,

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Of the building, ones more, can't ignore this place anymore.

So he runs through his building, leaves the shotgun behind,

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind