This is a song about "Block"

Block niggas subtract figures and,

She can only live for the moment

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

As long as we're cooperating with god

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

You probably got stuck in writers block

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I'm that nigga on the block

There must be a god

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Better yet they work my every nerve

On the block with binoculars

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

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