This is a song about "Made it in the building"

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

When i step in the building

But he don't rule a thing

Enter the building through the window

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

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

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

The building blocks of life.. emptiness

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

State building i like to see it when you land on that fire hydrant i'm the highest

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

But now in the end i understand that it made me tougher