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

With two chicks, sadistic

Im a god on the mic

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

The snitch on the block be running for his life

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

A lost thought on a street sought by the biggest kid on the block

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

On the block with binoculars

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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