This is a song about "Building"

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

The real slim shady's entered the building

Whenever they spit that bullshit they spitting

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

And another for building from nothing like pyramids that are ancient

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

Everybody finger point in your direction

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

My anger keeps building

Yung-n-reckless in the building

Bun b, i’m underground king

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm building a foundation like a buildings sheathing

That's why i shine like i does

The building blocks of life.. emptiness