This is a song about "My block"

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

You walk a few miles down my block then you'll see a crack addict

So while you worry about the hoes

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

God damn it i got writer's block

Like a fiend off the best rock

King of the block, niggas know my name

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Hes the new kid on the block

You see him as a god

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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,