This is a song about "Please block"

May i have your attention please?

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

Hand over the knife please

Just know that i'm always

And i don't make no bed rock

So stay fuck about my block.

Now we chop the whole fucking block

Believe me i'mma be your god

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

You probably got stuck in writers block

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

They burn on every block

Block the pass, we on top/

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot