This is a song about "Flippin bricks"

'bout to get my other car

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

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

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Flippin' up dough on the mat like gymnastics,

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

She literally shit bricks/

My team getting digits