This is a song about "Being in the block"

Your the new kid on the block

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

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

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

Rollin down the block in that jeep

From the back seat, back seat

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Dazed in confusion as the world shows the darkness being proven.

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Let's enjoy our younger years

On the block with binoculars