This is a song about "Shooters on yo block"

What happens when you try to sell drugs on my block

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

I put them shooters on the corners like that nigga dirk

You did the shake-shake and i kinda went berserk

My fist cracked on impact yo,

Get you high, keep it on the low

I’m the king of rock

Hes the new kid on the block

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

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

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Bout as hot as pot lines being sold on your block

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot