This is a song about "Big block slinger"

Block the pass, we on top/

And i don't make no bed rock

On the block with binoculars

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

God damn it i got writer's block

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

You probably got stuck in writers block

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Im the new kid on the block

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

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick