This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Your the new kid on the block

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

God damn it i got writer's block

On the block with binoculars

Talking about the god you serve

Pitch the rock, mike vick, swag so sick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Big tits and a big ass

Fell asleep in first class

There i took a walk down writers block

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

You probably got stuck in writers block

Out there on my bumper like a city cop