This is a song about "Selling bricks"

So here i am at the store for some chips

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

And then along came the wrong man for her

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

She literally shit bricks/

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how