This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

You see him as a god

God damn it i got writer's block

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

And don't make vibrations stop

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

Block out all my habits

Worth a couple bills

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

So take the stage just show me what you got

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

You probably got stuck in writers block