This is a song about "From block to block"

The snitch on the block... is going to get assassinated

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Like a fiend off the best rock

There i took a walk down writers block

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

To block out satin from stopping my payments

God damn it i got writer's block

That's how i got the weed spot

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Sometimes i wanna escape from this block,

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

New orleans, yeah, from the ‘burbs all the way to the hot block,