This is a song about "For my block"

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Damn girl, you give me writer's block, i'm at a loss for words,

Oh, mama got a visa

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

Ok they accepted me as a jock for every sport on the block am i a nerd anymore

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

Almost cried right on the spot

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

I don't jog around my neighborhood, but i run my block/

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop