This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

But it seems like a scene outta flick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

You probably got stuck in writers block

Block out all my habits

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Sometimes i wanna escape from this block,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls