This is a song about "Corn rows"

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Got shows on top of shows

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Flow so cold that i got that all the bitches standing in rows

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Is it a corn row or a fro

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

I got to line these bitches up, put 'em in some tidy rows,