This is a song about "Building"

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

The real slim shady's entered the building

Straight g thing, double m g thing

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

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Enter the building through the window

The world looking out, they on the front row

Go to the top of the building

But he don't rule a thing