This is a song about "Dope boys in bricks"

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And my songs when they reach they official

Boys oink like you in the middle

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Ain't shit phasing me, spitting dope like i'm cloaked in keys

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

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