This is a song about "Saints row 3"

Jesus christ, the king of these latter-day saints here

Middle finger up, give a fuck how they feel

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

But they’re pulled in ‘till they’re dead or sitting at death row,

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

Make them experience with 4d front row seats

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Is it a corn row or a fro

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,