This is a song about "On the block snaps bitches money weed sorry for the weight glock poles cops"

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Too unorthodox for conformist flocks, 'cuz i hold the glock,

Amen, they say you only live once

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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

No one votes for me, just check the poles

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

I'm that nigga on the block

He say, she say." oh my god