This is a song about "Blocks"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

You see 'em down a couple blocks lockin' the street,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Erase the past, niggas comin' through shootin' up the blocks,

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

As he blocks bullets with the heli door

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Hiking till my feet are bleeding and the water blocks my breathing

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king