This is a song about "Big block slinger"

You probably got stuck in writers block

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I'm that nigga on the block

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Now we chop the whole fucking block

This is the part where we run hip hop

Big tits and a big ass

Cause you're most likely to crash

There i took a walk down writers block

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

He say, she say." oh my god

God damn it i got writer's block