This is a song about "Whipping a brick"

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Try to keep my spirits up, that's why i lays it down

So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown

Know i go ham lika brick house/

My garage full of cars that bounce

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

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

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

You might as well brick like humpty dumpty

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Raised by the streets, i can make a beat off a brick wall

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

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