This is a song about "Choppa up your block"

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Always keepin it real showin my girls how to keep a glock on your block concealed,

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Clown on the block, thinkin that this is your home

Bullet so fierce it pierced, through, your, fortified block

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

We're up to no good, see you exit the block and hit you up on the spot

Been running around trying find a job

Who running your block and what chick be hot

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina