This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Block niggas subtract figures and,

She can only live for the moment

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

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

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

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

Went out and had a church of kids

Block out all my habits