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

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Remember 1964 the liston fight

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Ballin like he melo satisfied in his ghetto bitch sittin on the steps front row seats

I turn yo good girl to a bad bitch, wildin like a rabbit in betwen the sheets

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

And never give up the fight

He got hit up that same night

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

Illuminati in control vigilante on patrols philanthropists running the show ruining souls/

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