This is a song about "Bricks on da beat"

For the low that nine cheap

Manny pacquiao on the beat

Pull my wand out and those tricks get on they knees (ta da!)

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

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

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

Lil prps like 3 digits

She literally shit bricks/

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Picture me lettin this chump survive