This is a song about "Bow to the king"

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

Im the king u better bow

I know i'm wrong now

"the king losing? its time to squat"

Only real niggas stay on top

I got mine while the rest of ya'lls was still looking

He was the man to be, "richer than a king,"

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

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

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

Say hello to the eighth king, i solved it for these pastors

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

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