This is a song about "Bow down to me"

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Get on your knees and bow before me/

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

So bow down, nobody talks about when sinister rhymes,

In this city so just bow down to my feet

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Bow down to the king, you're about to be pleased

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

But now that's forced to bow down to capitalist policies,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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