This is a song about "16 on death row"

My jordan's pressin down death on his chest.

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

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

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

Average techniques that leave you in disbelief stomp an gutted in your local streets

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress