This is a song about "Bow to me"

So bow down to the miss.

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

The revolution will proceed

Is they expect me to bow at their feet

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

Bow down to the elite 'cuz the satanic new world order is here,

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

They bow on there knees to this mother fucking legend

Call me the king of crapping, and take a bow

Love our conversation but it’s late right now

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

If you ain't about money

Get on your knees and bow down to me

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

To satan im sensing danger, wouldnt bow to god i would never ask for a favor