This is a song about "Death row records"

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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

Spending money when your wallet gets low

The world looking out, they on the front row

My records sell, yes sir

She should have invited her

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

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Flow it, rowing boat, i show it, down the stream i row it,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

And breaking all the records on that 4x4 relay

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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