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

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

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Spb dont fuck around with no 8 balls we selling keys

Move to a city, get down with a scene, make a few friends, and lean on a dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

My dawgs got rabies, they bitin each otherand it ain't hard to find a friend like mine

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

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that