This is a song about "Eating bricks"

Only way up out this life is movin a couple bricks

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Eating my soul just like cancer,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth