This is a song about "In the building"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Yung-n-reckless in the building

Go to the top of the building

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

The main freestyle king back in the building

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

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

And until then i'm building a path to reflect the worst

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

When i step in the building

Let my angel sing

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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