This is a song about "Mt turbo brick"

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Just except to get hit with a brick, chill out and listen to the kick

On point like the mt. everest tip

That's when you know you doing shit

When i'm low, she take me high

Stack brick on top of brick, yeah laid my

Racking these bars i'm going so hard rebuilding myself again brick by brick.

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

But they say we ain't big

Your name flips to make "brick"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Even if i hit you over the head with a brick or stick,