This is a song about "Turn up on the block"

I spit up on the block like a glock and the rest are dead,

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I'm spittin' when i walk, kickin' up chalk on the block and know i walk funny,

We're up to no good, see you exit the block and hit you up on the spot

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Back when the wu tang clan were on the block//

Believe me i'mma be your god

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world

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

On the block with binoculars

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Im the new kid on the block