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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Niggas say goddamnniggas is funny as hell

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Hes the new kid on the block

I make her cum a lot

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Nigga's on the block crotched and they looking suspicious

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Block the pass, we on top/