This is a song about "Building"

Enter the building through the window

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Im building a foundation

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

I'm building a foundation like a buildings sheathing

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

Building pyramid and temples its no mistake

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

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