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

The snitch on the block be running for his life

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

No one votes for me, just check the poles

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows