This is a song about "Money and bricks"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

And they're robbing our money for tax

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

My team getting digits

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Get money like trump and rappas alike

Fuck the money and public opinion

All the girls really want is fun