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

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Your the new kid on the block

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughi stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

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

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop