This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

Your the new kid on the block

There must be a god

So stay fuck about my block.

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

God damn it i got writer's block