This is a song about "Block"

It’s hip-hop, not pop

So stay fuck about my block.

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Now we chop the whole fucking block

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

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

There i took a walk down writers block

Block the pass, we on top/

Pawning my chain in the shop

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

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

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Almost cried right on the spot

God damn it i got writer's block