This is a song about "Trust building"

I recommend you trust no one.

Cold, my style making my nose run

And i have trust issues

Niggas die over shoes

Your last man was semi pro

Enter the building through the window

Tell them niggas they slipping

When i step in the building

How you expect to earn my trust

Put the purp in the blunt

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

The main freestyle king back in the building

I've made it in the building

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Im building a foundation

Got me rushed to the station