This is a song about "Row row row"

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Will somebody please show me how

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

The world looking out, they on the front row

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Now them broads gon' follow

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

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

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I have a celestial glow and when i strike i prove i'm worthy of votes.

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