This is a song about "Big block slinger"

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

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

Now we chop the whole fucking block

So take the stage just show me what you got

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

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

Block out all my habits

These chalance give me balance

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

It’s hip-hop, not pop

So stay fuck about my block.

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

There i took a walk down writers block