This is a song about "Pulling up to your block with the glock"

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Damn i think i hit writer's block, pulling up to the riders lot

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

I've come up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks/

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Glock cocked, i pol pot, pop off the whole block//

Got a beans if you wanna pop

Y'all want to see corruptibility? then travel down the block,

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

And with these thoughts i feel the goodness slowly pulling away.