This is a song about "Runing block"

Now we chop the whole fucking block

This is the part where we run hip hop

On the block with binoculars

Talking of the gods you serve

Block niggas subtract figures and,

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

It's at this big country mansion just down the block,

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

So stay fuck about my block.

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

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

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop