This is a song about "Hunting niggas moving bricks"

3 billion guys, competition keeps on moving

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

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Only way up out this life is movin a couple bricks

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

She literally shit bricks/

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Yeah you know i got that work

Keeping me moving forward

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

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