This is a song about "Death row"

Grow older, closer to death.

So hold back ya tears

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

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

I ain't tryna brag though

That's all u need is death

Baby i’mma mess, mess

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

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

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Will somebody please show me how

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

Gotta handle your own

Yo, once stole a row home