This is a song about "Whippin the brick"

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Just except to get hit with a brick, chill out and listen to the kick

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

But you'v got the face of a brick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

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

Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick