This is a song about "Dope boys in bricks"

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Boys oink like you in the middle

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

They bringing me fish and chips

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Fuck boys in the building with they conversation

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Think about it in the mean time i'm a smoke this dope,

The boys in blue! get 'em trey!

And we here to stay

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried