This is a song about "On the blovk"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

My criteria ain't even that serious

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Pay dues like a hair salon

That's word to my mom

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You cant grab on whats on the news

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes