This is a song about "Oc in tha building"

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

As i'm sealed in this building, i've got a feelin' that chillin' ain't gonna

The stars is in the building, they hands is to the ceiling

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back