This is a song about "Posted on the block"

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

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

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

The club underwater, have em running out the front

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,

Posted, see me on the wall like an art show

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Amen, they say you only live once

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive