This is a song about "Walk in the building"

The real slim shady's entered the building

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning

Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

You walk in, see the messy scene... and scream:

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Yung-n-reckless in the building

And this will be the song that we sing

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom