This is a song about "Whippin bricks"

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Nigga's shit bricks when they see my sticks,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Movin' bricks through the site like construction workers,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

She likes the way it hits her lips

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,