This is a song about "Bow down to the queen"

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

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

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

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

You down because ima be there to pick you up when you fall your my queen

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I'm takin off first, this g6 is on it's way

You bow down to me every day

Ever after evil laughter im the master still full of anger smart enough not to bow

I need some reasons see cuz it's some creatures growing deep inside of my heart right now

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

I'm the queen of this game