This is a song about "The block is hot"

Can’t tell you where i’m going, just know i won't stop

This is straight pure raw hip hop, off the block,

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Ciroc cock got me shootin' up on a hot block

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

The snitch on the block... is going to get murdered

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

New orleans, yeah, from the ‘burbs all the way to the hot block,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Clown on the block, thinkin that this is your home

Your the new kid on the block

And i don't make no bed rock

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Is that block of welfare singles that the government gives,

Ain't no more of writer's block, fightin' hot, hip-hop is dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get