This is a song about "Blocks"

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Bitch got all them booty shots

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

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

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Or understand the dust blocks in there gainin' mass

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Amen, they say you only live once

The building blocks of life.. emptiness