This is a song about "On the blovk"

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel

' alright, already, the show goes on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

' alright, already, the show goes on

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,