This is a song about "Building"

Why not me the same thing

I've made it in the building

She need now, she ain't never needed love

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

The main freestyle king back in the building

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

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

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

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

A mother full of scolding in an apartment building,