This is a song about "I got bricks"

But i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Only way up out this life is movin a couple bricks

Car seats got screens in them

I got got my pad and pen

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

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

I don't wanna leave the house i got

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

I got that powder, i got that white

Got mary jane, i got mary jane.

I live my life in tha fast lane

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur