This is a song about "Brick city"

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

Rack city bitch, rack, rack city bitch

Small, but you talkin' big

Your name flips to make "brick"

My four-four's givin payback

845 brick squad on the track/

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

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

Racking these bars i'm going so hard rebuilding myself again brick by brick.

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

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Yo we get the dank and bounce

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

With a brick, and ill be real quick.

Superfly, opposite of basic

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick