This is a song about "Beat the block"

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Robbing along the block like wells fargo/

Let me see you walk

Block the pass, we on top/

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

He say, she say." oh my god

Hes the new kid on the block

This one's for the lovers

On the block with binoculars

I'm a young ass nigga by the whole block

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot