This is a song about "Block is gay"

This writers block, is eating me whole

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Reading shit my critics say

Because what you spit is gay,

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Fucking funny, hilarious, great, gay is what i appear?

But my ex is so gay i think he bought a purse

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

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

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

And smart enough to flee the scene when the block is lit

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit