This is a song about "Gold brick"

All this paper i fold

But like the diamonds and gold

Is a space that now you hold

Spiritual, fool's gold

Superfly, opposite of basic

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I aim like i hold the gold compass, a gold atlas.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

You might as well brick like humpty dumpty

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Break off a whole brick they blast back but i won't stop