This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

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

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

Block out all my habits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Hes the new kid on the block

Block the pass, we on top/

I make her cum a lot

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Im the new kid on the block