This is a song about "Spitting gold bricks"

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Women front, they get its cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Spitting venomous acidity

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

I'm flipping bricks; spitting sick as syphilis

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,