This is a song about "Building"

I've made it in the building

Straight g thing, double m g thing

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

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Haters better duck like i'm passing a pond

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

My anger keeps building

Listen, these niggas is tripping

I'm building a foundation like a buildings sheathing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring