This is a song about "Saints row"

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

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

Appalachia and the row homes in the northeast coast,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Baby i am professional

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

Like hard in the paint, no saints in sight

Cause you didn’t play the game right

Put my number in your phone

Yo, once stole a row home

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

I gotta go, death row awaits me now,

Will somebody please show me how

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit