This is a song about "Block me"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Actually come around the block and fuckin test me

This writers block, is eating me whole

Timmy got his bike stole

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

If you had, one shot

So stay fuck about my block.

Got four underneath the old-school as well

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