This is a song about "Bow hunting"

Don’t listen to anyone who tells you to bow

Love our conversation but it’s late right now

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

Will somebody please show me how

But i'm that bro whos raps are strog like a bow

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

You and i aren't that fortunate in our hunting for love,

Because it's so much pressure now

I could hear the crowd and take a bow,

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Give an applause, take my bow

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Call me a clown but a week from now