This is a song about "Bow down to god"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Bow our heads, say our grace, getting out the hood is a god damn race

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

So you play nice, bow down, don't put up a fight

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

In this city so just bow down to my feet

Late nights and early flights, rushing right now

My seat sittin down watch you niggas take a bow

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

So bow down, nobody talks about when sinister rhymes,

Extreme rappers we battled how many times now, and you still refuse to bow down,

Gotta finish this verse, can't write it downearly flight now i'm out of town

Bow down, and give you my hat cause i'm nice like that

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap