This is a song about "For my block"

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

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

And the v12, that's on various trips

Block out all my habits

You probably got stuck in writers block

Lets talk about the cars y'all got

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

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

Bring the battering ram where you live

The snitch on the block be running for his life

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

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

So stay fuck about my block.

I’m the king of rock