This is a song about "Blocks selling crack to make fat stacks fuck niggas get gunned down around on are block"

And rappers started selling out to make a few club hits,

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

You walk a few miles down my block then you'll see a crack addict

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Make it home round some like 6, to eat well and get fat on some pun-type shit

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

All my life ive been around crime, niggas sellin a dime, to pay rent on time,

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

She paying to fuck me, while you waste your stacks.

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats