This is a song about "Building"

The main freestyle king back in the building

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

I've made it in the building

But he don't rule a thing

I'm building a foundation like a buildings sheathing

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,