This is a song about "Building"

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

Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Suddenly it's all #bird #'n' stress, #building on him

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

The real slim shady's entered the building

Polo purple like the dope i'm hitting