This is a song about "Block out the haters"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

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

Die young, corpse identified by your parents

To block out satin from stopping my payments

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

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Block out all my habits

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Well i live for the haters