This is a song about "Money and bricks"

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I got money mind and money on my wrist

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

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

And cash money supermarket like seth,