This is a song about "New kid on the block"

A lost thought on a street sought by the biggest kid on the block

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

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

Block the pass, we on top/

And it don’t stop

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

But we still real brothers

On the block with binoculars

Before a nigga finish put in the work

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

Like a kid with parkinson's playing jenga the way i block it

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket