This is a song about "Row row fight the powa"

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

And i made it with that dope flow

Is it a corn row or a fro

If you know like i know, you should lie low

The world looking out, they on the front row

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

So please step aside

If you can't handle the fight,

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show