This is a song about "Countin bricks"

Sit back and "take a hit"/ my rhymes will make you shit bricks/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

They say that i never cease to amaze

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Dreamed about how i used to be countin sheep

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

If its not couture, i will not go to her

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

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