This is a song about "The block is hot"

My block stay hot my wrist stuck on froze

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

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

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Who running your block and what chick be hot

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

That shit is purely art, it's surely taught, i need to block the future,

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Cos the snitch on the block is gonna get shot

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit