This is a song about "I m on the block"

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

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

On the block with binoculars

So you finally got the nerve

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

I know my lyrics suck more cock, then the average hoe on the block,

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I"m ah gut you and the bitch that's with ya

To liberate yourself, africa