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

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

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

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

But am i less holy

My name is razor b

Its not your fault all you know is a. b .c from the alphabet,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

The sun gives light cause it is the window

The world looking out, they on the front row

A rational b j given by your raps

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

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