This is a song about "Building the mach"

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

It's me in the building, now you gotta get mine, i'm

Tell them niggas they slipping

Yung-n-reckless in the building

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

Made from the brain of me, most genius

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

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

I was born to do the damn thing

I've made it in the building

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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