This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Block niggas subtract figures and,

Murdered every bod from my squad

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

By any means, if ya like it or not

There i took a walk down writers block

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

Sometimes i wanna escape from this block,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Im the new kid on the block

Now we chop the whole fucking block

So i took another shot

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Block out all my habits