This is a song about "Big block slinger"

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Your the new kid on the block

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Bullet so fierce it pierced, through, your, fortified block

God damn it i got writer's block

That's how i got the weed spot

I get my cake; i love hip hop

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

Superfly, opposite of basic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Talking about the god you serve

On the block with binoculars

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

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