This is a song about "Glocks on the block"

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm that nigga on the block

I’m the king of rock

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

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

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot