This is a song about "My block my gang"

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

So stay fuck about my block.

By any means, if ya like it or not

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

And my name too big, and my gang too big

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

I know my lyrics suck more cock, then the average hoe on the block,

European model white bitch is eating donuts

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Cause u know that this my jam

Fitting ya without ma gang

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block