This is a song about "Big block slinger"

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

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

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

You probably got stuck in writers block

I'm that nigga on the block

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

God damn it i got writer's block

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

Almost cried right on the spot