This is a song about "Rollin in the block"

You live in the house right down the block, everybody knows your name,

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Used to call me the african don dada

Rollin in ma bentley, not even a fuckin dent in it//

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

You probably got stuck in writers block

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Rollin down the block in that jeep

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Now we chop the whole fucking block