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

She was wet off the bat

When i am mad, and things look bad/

And i can smell 12 from a block away, leave the scene

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Curl up like big worm when i drop

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,

And don't make vibrations stop

Im the new kid on the block

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

Lead the human race away from a foolish place of bad music taste

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

To block out satin from stopping my payments