This is a song about "Countin bricks"

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

But i'm still countin' leu like my name, a spatula,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Finna grab a bowl countin bites im gonn take

While you're countin sheep it's me who's creepin through your damn dream

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

The engine in back of my car

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

And the bitches you fight em, heres some liquor or lighter