This is a song about "Death row"

Now them broads gon' follow

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

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

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Give a mic the kiss of death

Carefree i don’t need the stress

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

The freshness of my breath bring your death

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

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

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

Poppa took the television, but left the radio