This is a song about "Posted on the block"

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

The snitch on the block be running for his life

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Hustler on the block somebody better call the cops

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

I know you just doing your job

Block the pass, we on top/

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit