This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Pawning my chain in the shop

God damn it i got writer's block

Im the new kid on the block

I gotta know if it's real or not

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Without the sound of guns

Block out all my habits

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot