This is a song about "Row"

But that aint me , got goons on the block death row they seek

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Won 7 battles in a row and im ready for more

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow