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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Death row and other evil records use lethal methods

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

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

Rolling thunders is all i hear every night when a nightmare escapes from my agitated sleeps

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

And never give up the fight

Don't worry just done get inside

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

But writing raps is the toughest fight,