This is a song about "Building"

The main freestyle king back in the building

Hey your honor, is you kidding

I'm different, i'll twist the wicked ceiling off this little building,

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Like staking your building sells a clean sweep

Im building a foundation

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

Set up fire to the ceiling, wait fuck that set fire to the building

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing