This is a song about "Death row records"

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

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

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

This is more about nothing, i'm the fucking show

Yo, once stole a row home

Know i just call it head phone

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

I'm rapping for royal records

We come through throbbing like thunder storms

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Punchline rapper what you think i make these records for?