This is a song about "Blocking"

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Here's sample is back, sample is going to crack everything blocking his path,

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Im fucking coming, blocking the sun

Hit the kill switch, now i'm blocking like rocky

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Surrounded by the thirst driven sweaty messes blocking the door

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Blocking my path, flying through glass. soon, i'm landing on the floor