This is a song about "Nightmare on my block"

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

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

Block out all my habits

I was playing with guns

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Like a fiend off the best rock

I'm that nigga on the block

King of the block, niggas know my name

So much to say a scrabble game

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

He say, she say." oh my god

So stay fuck about my block.

She was my dream girl turned nightmare

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell