This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

On the block with binoculars

God damn it i got writer's block

You see him as a god

And now your best friend's having kids

Block out all my habits

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors