This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Im the new kid on the block

And i don't make no bed rock

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

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

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

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

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

You probably got stuck in writers block