This is a song about "Big block slinger"

You probably got stuck in writers block

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Actions speak louder than words

On the block with binoculars

So stay fuck about my block.

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Big tits and a big ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big