This is a song about "Runing block"

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

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

God damn it i got writer's block

He say, she say." oh my god

On the block with binoculars

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

Block the pass, we on top/

O. trice always rep his block

Chief keef got the bang bang on the o block,

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

There i took a walk down writers block

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block