This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Your the new kid on the block

There must be a god

You probably got stuck in writers block

Only real niggas stay on top

The jiggas and the tips

Block out all my habits

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Block niggas subtract figures and,

But got comma’s in my statement

Living if she is or not

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

Block the pass, we on top/

Pawning my chain in the shop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

There i took a walk down writers block