This is a song about "Being on the block"

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Nigga's on the block crotched and they looking suspicious

Your chick said i'm hot

I'm that nigga on the block

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Block the pass, we on top/