This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

On the block with binoculars

There i took a walk down writers block

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block