This is a song about "Big block slinger"

You probably got stuck in writers block

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

But got comma’s in my statement

Block niggas subtract figures and,

Big tits and a big ass

And when it come to the cash

I'm that nigga on the block

He say, she say, oh my god

Block out all my habits

Cause we been off them slave ships

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

There i took a walk down writers block

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop