This is a song about "Death row records"

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

And three hours in the showers with the corpse

I'm rapping for royal records

Punchline rapper what you think i make these records for?

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

The world looking out, they on the front row

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Will somebody please show me how

My records selling out the stores now

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

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats