This is a song about "Niggas from skid row"

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

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

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Them pussy niggas from uptown been my pet peeve

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Got dropped roadsters from botched robberies, niggas crouched over

Throw her remains into acid and watch as they begin deteriating all the way to death row,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow