This is a song about "Bow down to us"

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

This is for my bitches gettin' high on the regular

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

Im a ruler im a king so go ahead and bow down to me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Our favorite and down for us to love forever.

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

But he just sat us down and told us to respect

See these retarded garbage artists try to track us down,

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow