This is a song about "My turbo brick"

And he ain’t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

With two chicks, sadistic

But you'v got the face of a brick

Treats mum like shit splattered on a brick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

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

Stack brick on top of brick, yeah laid my

I bet you've never seen a pig fly

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