This is a song about "Eating bricks"

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Fuck a drive by ill walk up to your house and toss bricks

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

No rations or resources for eating//

She say she love me more than anything