This is a song about "Bricks"

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Only way up out this life is movin a couple bricks

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

Fuck a drive by ill walk up to your house and toss bricks

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids