This is a song about "Whippin the brick"

She's cute but her forehead's big

Your name flips to make "brick"

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Stack brick on top of brick, yeah laid my

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

While the rest of the cinema is covering their eyes while they shit a brick

Know i go ham lika brick house/

My garage full of cars that bounce

Take the brick road for the blue key

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Break off a whole brick they blast back but i won't stop