This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

You probably got stuck in writers block

Block the pass, we on top/

We popping bottles, it don't stop

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

There i took a walk down writers block

Pawning my chain in the shop

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I eat big. i dream big. i need big