This is a song about "Selling bricks"

In the viper room with just me and river phoenix

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

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

I'm flipping bricks; spitting sick as syphilis

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Fuck a drive by ill walk up to your house and toss bricks

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

She literally shit bricks/