This is a song about "Big block slinger"

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Block the pass, we on top/

Almost cried right on the spot

On the block with binoculars

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Block niggas subtract figures and,

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

Bullet so fierce it pierced, through, your, fortified block

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top