This is a song about "Blocks"

And prostitutes, and brutes controllin' blocks in groups,

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

You pull up in parking lots

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

I’m the guy in mask and you the fag around the blocks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I'm between streets like city blocks-

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Pistol rippin through the blocks

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

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

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

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