This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Big tits and a big ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

There i took a walk down writers block

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

Block the pass, we on top/

I fucking hate this job

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

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

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

Block out all my habits

And the v12, that's on various trips