This is a song about "White tan bricks"

In the sun cause i don’t tan, i burn, blood clot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

You can hear it in my lyrics

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

The workers slingin' mud bricks, rhymes are sweeter,

I'm flipping bricks; spitting sick as syphilis

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Bricks in there pockets cuz they run like pigs, the other team should shut there

Gas 'em like a rental, when i take off, tell the bitch take care

And we gon' take it do max but i don't know screech

I'm travelling with fallacies like tan chicks rep the beach