This is a song about "Rollin in the block"

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Our children must be taught, of africa

Livin in the 315 never rollin with ya

Every night on the block, was realizing the error in my ways

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook

Cause i come rollin in your neighbourhood reassured

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

He's got the block in his claws, got the top in his jaws,