This is a song about "16 on death row"

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

And pay less attention on hip hop's death and its resurrection,

But that aint me , got goons on the block death row they seek

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

The world looking out, they on the front row

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Throw her remains into acid and watch as they begin deteriating all the way to death row,

Ballin like he melo satisfied in his ghetto bitch sittin on the steps front row seats

I may not be very good at this test thing and sometimes i need a few little cheats

So if you can make past that, well congratulations, you past death

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I see colors of red, mothers n' brothers are plunging to death