This is a song about "Making money and on the block"

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Nigga's on the block crotched and they looking suspicious

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

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

Oldest nation on this earth

On the block with binoculars

I don't drink beer, why the fuck am i here

Making money was the ideal

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

Im the new kid on the block