This is a song about "Blocks"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

Fuck taking over blocks we taking over towns with it

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Knock off kalashnikovs been ringing since they hit the blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And murdered him, but stand your ground on hot blocks,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Pistol rippin through the blocks