This is a song about "Rows"

Big homie hov said i am close

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

For those you claim friends commit, get in the thunder cold, plant the rows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows