This is a song about "Choppa up your block"

Say you don’t do what

You betta get your change up

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

About to block your light till you dont even have your shadow

Covering your face up

She said i'm ready to fuck

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Clown on the block, thinkin that this is your home

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot