This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

On the block with binoculars

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

Sometimes i wanna escape from this block,

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Block the pass, we on top/

So get them ends hot

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

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

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

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,