This is a song about "Brick"

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Time to start building my own ...yellow brick road,

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Pepe le pew my music

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

With a brick, and ill be real quick.

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Your name flips to make "brick"

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

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