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

In this city so just bow down to my feet

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

And bow my head down, so i pray to one and only thee

Everybody watching while you touching real money

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

So bow down to the miss.

Pocket racked up all big faces

Because it's so much pressure now

I could hear the crowd and take a bow,

My seat sittin down watch you niggas take a bow

Late nights and early flights, rushing right now

The drug that they brain need

Then bow down and kiss my feet