This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

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

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

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

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

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

Block the pass, we on top/

And i don't make no bed rock

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,