This is a song about "Building"

Building pyramid and temples its no mistake

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

And another for building from nothing like pyramids that are ancient

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

When i step in the building

And my only fear's a wedding ring

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

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass