This is a song about "Quarter block"

And then along came the wrong man for her

Smoking on that quarter o jay, pop a blotter

Music now days is torture,bloody knuckle with a quarter,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Hes the new kid on the block

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

This quarter i ordered altars,

Though horoscopes couldn't scope my horrors

Im the new kid on the block

There must be a god

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

Even though i only got a b last quarter

I'm that nigga on the block

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop