This is a song about "In the building"

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

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

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

So he runs through his building, leaves the shotgun behind,

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

The main freestyle king back in the building

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Tell them niggas they slipping

Yung-n-reckless in the building