This is a song about "Mt turbo brick"

Turn up that music

Your name flips to make "brick"

Can't win with a passive attack

845 brick squad on the track/

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

On point like the mt. everest tip

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

You might as well brick like humpty dumpty

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Take the brick road for the blue key

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall