This is a song about "Glocks on the block"

Every night on the block, was realizing the error in my ways

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

This ones for the lovers

On the block with binoculars

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Im the new kid on the block

To y'all minds i'm like a uk clock