This is a song about "Death row records"

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

Cause i can’t wait much longer

My records sell, yes sir

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Know i just call it head phone

Yo, once stole a row home

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

They gon love me for my ambition

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods