This is a song about "Selling drugs on the block"

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

My rhymes aren't prehistoric cause i'm the new kid on the block

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Im the new kid on the block

I gotta know if it's real or not

I could think of a couple positions for you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

The snitch on the block be running for his life

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

On the hot block movin’ weight and hustlin’ mounds of product,