This is a song about "Brick layer"

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Layer of fear flavor of terrors clear mantling i

And he ain’t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Know i go ham lika brick house/

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Take the brick road for the blue key

Took my heart away from money

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

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

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick