This is a song about "Selling bricks"

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

I'm flipping bricks; spitting sick as syphilis

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Only way up out this life is movin a couple bricks

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sit back and "take a hit"/ my rhymes will make you shit bricks/

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Timmy got his bike stole

Its like selling the devil your soul

You need a pair of new kicks even if you need to sell bricks

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks