This is a song about "Death row records"

I don't want no shawties lined up in a row.

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

And breaking all the records on that 4x4 relay

I want to feel her in every way

It's real dog, i live in the fire

My records sell, yes sir

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting

We had ya pussies flinching before the records started sending.

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids