This is a song about "Building"

Go to the top of the building

Don't want to be the king

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I'm building a foundation like a buildings sheathing

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

The main freestyle king back in the building

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

A mother’s son dead, was killed by some kids popped