This is a song about "Rows"

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All these grave stones kept in clean little rows,

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

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

And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows

So while you worry about the hoes

Running around the corner, darting past rows of teens,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

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