This is a song about "Saints row"

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

6'4, got these niggas sprinting towards death row

Baby i am professional

My rhymes so hot they make the saints sizzle

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

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,

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Three bad bitches in a row like tic tac toe

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

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

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

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak