This is a song about "Stock blocks"

And murdered him, but stand your ground on hot blocks,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Unconstitutional shit just like road blocks

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

But hows this, your the laughing stock

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

Burning hot shots rippin through blocks

Pistol rippin through the blocks

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Like a chick,get a whole new stock of tamphons and pad.