This is a song about "Brick layer"

As frozen water molecules zip through my ventricular layer

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Game as i eat this concert/ alive/ take a dive/ beyond this girls outer layer to the inside/

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

It's time i broke the #comfort #o-#zone layer, teleport

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Your name flips to make "brick"

I bet you hear that white music

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Used to find dope in his coat