This is a song about "Rows"

Flow so cold that i got that all the bitches standing in rows

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Chasing them checks, nike work

He eats rows of em with mustard

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

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

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes

All these grave stones are kept in clean little rows,

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

No more rows and conflicts punches or kicks/ think don't feel, be static/

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick