This is a song about "Bows"

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

He who bows the knee, shall be brought down to grief/

Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction