This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Look, i tried to call it quits

Block out all my habits

So chase the air hide your stash

Big tits and a big ass

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

On the block with binoculars

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

There i took a walk down writers block

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot