This is a song about "Whippin the brick"

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Know i go ham lika brick house/

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Stack brick on top of brick, yeah laid my

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

And he ain’t even gotta look at coke to even hold a brick