This is a song about "Hunting niggas moving bricks"

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

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

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

You move bricks, i give 2 shits

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Never have i missed while hunting a twisted list

Being fly was priority to the lowest

Lil prps like 3 digits

She literally shit bricks/

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

My team getting digits

Magic stick hunting magic tricks.

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped