This is a song about "Writters block"

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Block the pass, we on top/

Almost cried right on the spot

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Going out with the new niggah on her fucking block

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Sub-zero stage fatality, down, forward, forward, block

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Block out all my habits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I'm that nigga on the block

Just searching for the perfect shot

On the block with binoculars

We should fuck each others mothers