This is a song about "Death row records"

Yo, once stole a row home

I'm in tha zone

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Bring back record sales, i sail while i break records

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Ima keep that on the low

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Coming, shady records muthafucka we gone bitch