This is a song about "Big block slinger"

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

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

3m's on my new balance

Block out all my habits

Actions speak louder than words

On the block with binoculars

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

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

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

I'm that nigga on the block

There must be a god

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

Out there on my bumper like a city cop