This is a song about "Bow down to us"

New comers are coming harder than you can even believe and smarter than belief in its own noun

Everybody outside on the porch,radio blasting neighbors telling us to turn it down

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

So now this work's been worthless

Down any thoughts of us

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

See these retarded garbage artists try to track us down,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

They try to dumb us down, slow us down, and take our innocence,

You just do your thing chick

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Get on your knees and bow down to me

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

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

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field