This is a song about "Writters block"

It aint just another neighbor hood around the block,

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Put my trust in my god

I'm that nigga on the block

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

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

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Aint nobody getting shot up on the block

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

You see him as a god

God damn it i got writer's block