This is a song about "Building"

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Suddenly it's all #bird #'n' stress, #building on him

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

Made from the brain of me, most genius

The real slim shady's entered the building

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

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

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,