This is a song about "My block"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

I wanna be king block and i wanna hear them scream my name

There i took a walk down writers block

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

To block out satin from stopping my payments

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

Im no angel, my hoes like a sega

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not