This is a song about "Bitches loudpack blunts on the block pistols rap god"

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

The snitch on the block be running for his life

But we still real brothers

On the block with binoculars

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

But then say you're from the ghetto and you're packing pistols?

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered