This is a song about "Row"

Yo, once stole a row home

Whip, plane, motions own

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Is it a corn row or a fro

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

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

The world looking out, they on the front row

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though