This is a song about "Brick"

That moschino shit is so back

845 brick squad on the track/

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

While the rest of the cinema is covering their eyes while they shit a brick

Make room for the groom married to his music

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

Just except to get hit with a brick, chill out and listen to the kick

On trial for possession of some chronic

With a brick, and ill be real quick.

Break off a whole brick they blast back but i won't stop

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

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