This is a song about "Building"

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Speeches about terrorism therefore building settlements,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

And another for building from nothing like pyramids that are ancient

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

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,

The main freestyle king back in the building

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Enter the building through the window

Money ain't a thing

Yung-n-reckless in the building

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

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping