This is a song about "Bricks"

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

You move bricks, i give 2 shits

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,