This is a song about "Load the blocks"

The rich get richer, while we fill up project blocks

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Dealers lace the rock on vacant plots, forsaken blocks, it,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I control blocks and i load glocks with shots, you ain't even know it,

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

Until the cops' shots on hot blocks reach a cold spot,

A sinner not, i'm the building blocks, of which you want

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Knock off kalashnikovs been ringing since they hit the blocks

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,