This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

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

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Murdered every bod from my squad

You probably got stuck in writers block

Your the new kid on the block

There must be a god

Cause we been off them slave ships

Block out all my habits

On the block with binoculars

So you finally got the nerve

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

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

Im the new kid on the block

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot