This is a song about "500 block"

But i got 500 friends mom i really do

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

You probably got stuck in writers block

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Block out all my habits

I was playing with guns

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

Okay man you do the drop

Your the new kid on the block

Im the new kid on the block

Murdered every bod from my squad

Believe me i'mma be your god

There i took a walk down writers block