This is a song about "My turbo brick"

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

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

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Time to start building my own ...yellow brick road,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Your name flips to make "brick"

This a lil change trick

That moschino shit is so back

845 brick squad on the track/

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick