This is a song about "Whippin bricks"

But its enough to build with the bricks of an empire

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

She literally shit bricks/

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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 i won't rest till i'm givin my respect

In the mood for sex they shit bricks when my dicks erect

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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