This is a song about "Bow ties"

They way they say that up to have the poor oppressed, sever ties,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Deathly ties , wicked lies , the hallucination of demonic sides.

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

I know i'm runnin' through your head now

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Ties that i'm severin', and damn i represent,

All i want is you now

Im the king u better bow

I’m coming back like light-skin and

And ties me to the pavement

So bow down to the miss.

When you feel like this