This is a song about "Building"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Im building a foundation

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

When i step in the building

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

In my drawsring, ring, ring

I've made it in the building