This is a song about "Saints row"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Flow it, rowing boat, i show it, down the stream i row it,

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

That he dont even own

Yo, once stole a row home

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Throw her remains into acid and watch as they begin deteriating all the way to death row,

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

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

Cause when in danger those niggas changepuff weed

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

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

I'll never forget, never forget the night