This is a song about "Roc block"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

But sit tight and watch if u got writers block

Sometimes i wanna escape from this block,

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Bullet so fierce it pierced, through, your, fortified block

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

I'm that nigga on the block

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

Drinking roc like its tap

Kid ridin’ solo, beaten' the block!

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop