This is a song about "Selling bricks"

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Bricks, cement and mortar couldn't repair the damage i caused her,

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Story telling soon selling its soaring with development

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and