This is a song about "Bow down to me im a master"

Y’all bow down to whoever writes the bible, what’s the stutter

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

Y’all bow down to whoever writes the bible, what’s the stutter

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

This flow is fire, bow down to your sire

Dads gone so techinaclly im a basterd,my own man though im now the master,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

So bow down to the miss.

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

I won't bow down to crowns now, i carry the cop defiance,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

You bow down to me every day

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

Memories of my nigga but he dead now

My seat sittin down watch you niggas take a bow