This is a song about "49 block"

But we still real brothers

On the block with binoculars

The bomb is can bwe you is

Ships that sail to distant places

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Or i might destroy you

God damn it i got writer's block

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Block niggas subtract figures and,

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block

Now we chop the whole fucking block

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Your the new kid on the block

Your chick said i'm hot