This is a song about "Eating bricks"

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

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

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

We be in the party like we own that bar

Eating my soul just like cancer,

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Sit back and "take a hit"/ my rhymes will make you shit bricks/