This is a song about "Stock blocks"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Fuck taking over blocks

Fuckin' up my gold pots

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Erase the past, niggas comin' through shootin' up the blocks,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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