This is a song about "Block hot"

So take the stage just show me what you got

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

New orleans, yeah, from the ‘burbs all the way to the hot block,

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

As long as we're cooperating with god

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Your the new kid on the block

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

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

We dig the plot and never bury pot