This is a song about "Block"

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock

Block the pass, we on top/

I'm that nigga on the block

So get them ends hot

So stay fuck about my block.

You see him as a god

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

You probably got stuck in writers block

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Put my trust in my god

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

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