This is a song about "Selling bricks"

One night, i was selling some rocks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Only way up out this life is movin a couple bricks

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Its like selling the devil your soul

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect