This is a song about "Whipping a brick"

Knuckles like a callous it's like a fuckin' brick hit you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

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

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

845 brick squad on the track/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

From the projects to the penthouse

Know i go ham lika brick house/

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

Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop

Brush by the bleak brick by brick

Same thing with this music

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,