This is a song about "Hustling on the block"

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

Yes iv been on the block but iv come right around

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

You dissing everybody on the block rapping who ain't you,

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

But i'll just focus on this, and block out the rest

This is the part where we run hip hop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

A lost thought on a street sought by the biggest kid on the block

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot