This is a song about "Building"

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

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Career bout to commence building up suspense

Let my angel sing

When i step in the building

Go to the top of the building

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

The real slim shady's entered the building

And another for building from nothing like pyramids that are ancient

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

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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