This is a song about "I ain t sell bricks"

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

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

Maybe i should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

I tried to sell ur body on ebay and got 5 comments.

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

I tried to sell my soul, the devil couldn't afford it

But i respect everyone who laid bricks down

I know a little betty from downtown

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti