This is a song about "Rows"

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Like a line full of hoes

I got to line these bitches up, put 'em in some tidy rows,

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

Thats just not how the fuck it goes, so bitch, sit the fuck down, in the rows

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

It doesn’t matter how loved you are, the rows at your shows,

Fuck your rows at fans at your shows and damn that ain't true,

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

I sit on the stage, no rows at my shows, i live in a cage,