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

We take our seats, in the first row out of eight

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

With the power of ronaldo scoring the last goal on you assholes

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

And never give up the fight

We magnetizing the ghetto

The world looking out, they on the front row

So i guess you think you grown

Yo, once stole a row home

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe