This is a song about "Row row row"

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

Is it a corn row or a fro

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Flow it, rowing boat, i show it, down the stream i row it,

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

When my name is spoke, can't you see through these lines and rhymes i wrote in my notes

The world looking out, they on the front row

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

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

Ali shaheed muhammad q-tip i'm trynna follow