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

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

This is the part where we run hip hop

Im the new kid on the block

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

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

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Hes the new kid on the block

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see