This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sometimes i wanna escape from this block,

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

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

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Your the new kid on the block

Put my trust in my god

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Block the pass, we on top/

That cellphone that i bought

Hes the new kid on the block

There must be a god