This is a song about "My turbo brick"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Where the black girls get their weaves back

845 brick squad on the track/

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Know i go ham lika brick house/

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Your name flips to make "brick"

You just do your thing chick

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Getting lower than your diss track to k. brick in the battle,