This is a song about "Block me"

Find me on the block being part of a statistic.

I ain’t tripping, nigga's say that i’m pessimistic

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

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Your the new kid on the block

Block niggas subtract figures and,

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

You probably got stuck in writers block