This is a song about "Row row row your b"

Rappin tappin on the left button clickin n clickin on instrumentals and beats,

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

I'm on a death row,so death is a bitch i know

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

Yo, once stole a row home

They blowing up my phone

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

I don't want no shawties lined up in a row.

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Wanna see you work your body

My name is razor b