This is a song about "Big block slinger"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

On the block with binoculars

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

So i took another shot

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

As long as we're cooperating with god

There i took a walk down writers block

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Block out all my habits