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

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

No one votes for me, just check the poles

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Sorry for what i did tears poured on the floor.

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

They gotta be ready on call with the base head's weight,

Where every recipient, property of the state