This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

Pawning my chain in the shop

I'm that nigga on the block

Bullet so fierce it pierced, through, your, fortified block

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You probably got stuck in writers block

Just searching for the perfect shot

On the block with binoculars

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

He say, she say, oh my god

Hes the new kid on the block

God damn it i got writer's block

Pork on the fork, white in the pot