This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Block out all my habits

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

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

Im the new kid on the block

Only real niggas stay on top

Block niggas subtract figures and,

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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