This is a song about "Block"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Y'all want to see corruptibility? then travel down the block,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

On the block with binoculars

Talking about the god you serve

Murdered every bod from my squad

God damn it i got writer's block

Block the pass, we on top/

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot