This is a song about "Dope boys in bricks"

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Cause you aspired to be a brighthub but anyway, i saw you drowning in dope

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

The youngest of my mother kids

She literally shit bricks/

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

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

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Who lets little boys get ran over in intersections

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

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