This is a song about "Run up your block"

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

Your spinal fluid is sliding through, while enough you try to run?

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

I don't jog around my neighborhood, but i run my block/

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

So ima run up n take a switch blade to your gut n face

Clown on the block, thinkin that this is your home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

Locking down every block and put up metal detectors

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse