This is a song about "In the building"

Listen, uno papi chulo bout to show you what you been missing

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

Yung-n-reckless in the building

I do the right thing

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

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

I've made it in the building

Why not me the same thing

So a nigga hungry as a plastic hippopotamus

I'm building a foundation which is soon to be the metropolis,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

It's me in the building, now you gotta get mine, i'm