This is a song about "Jacob shaw"

Yo, once stole a row home

Little latasha sho' grown

She got that good good

If a wood chuck could chuck wood

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

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

See, it's something about commitment though

Should i say the fake leg made out of wood

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,