This is a song about "Flipping bricks"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

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

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

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Flipping up these comments call me flipper

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

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

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Has-beens and never-will-be, ringtone rappers

I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd