This is a song about "Stock blocks"

Knock off kalashnikovs been ringing since they hit the blocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I’m the guy in mask and you the fag around the blocks

One day it'll rise like stocks and burn up fucking city blocks.

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I remember cops hanging out on the old blocks

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks