This is a song about "Posted on the block"

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

A lost thought on a street sought by the biggest kid on the block

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

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

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

I know my lyrics suck more cock, then the average hoe on the block,

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered