This is a song about "Bad things from the block"

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

But i've got an awful bad case of writer's block.

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Im the new kid on the block

Just searching for the perfect shot

And that maybach, let me take em way back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

The only things i remember from school where learned much earlier

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her