This is a song about "Saints row 4"

I know they pay me too much of attention

Shout 4:20, 4:20, like it's your obsession,

I dont know whether your apostles or saints

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

With my lost saints. i love thee with the breath,

I just play my part make moves like chess

Will somebody please show me how

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

This prada make me shallow

Deemed wanted, iv earned death row

...not wanted 4 murder...

You gon' tip her

Stop blowing up my cellphone

Yo, once stole a row home

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow