This is a song about "Block is gay"

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

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

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

If you wanna know what is the gay tea,

Than the muse of a family

Is he gay? is he straight? does that boy wear name brands?

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

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

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

I've become immune to you no name haters

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

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work