This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Like a fiend off the best rock

God damn it i got writer's block

I'm that nigga on the block

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Sometimes i wanna escape from this block,

I gotta know if it's real or not

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

You probably got stuck in writers block

Your life is a product of trash

Big tits and a big ass

I was playing with guns

Block out all my habits