This is a song about "Building"

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

I'm different, i'll twist the wicked ceiling off this little building,

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Building pyramid and temples its no mistake

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

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Enter the building through the window

This shit ain't nothing new though

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Im building a foundation

I've made it in the building

And my only fear's a wedding ring

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Yung-n-reckless in the building