This is a song about "I m fuckin god mode bitches bow down"

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Bow down to ruler, bow down to your queen

You bow down to me every day

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Unify them, mob through, take over and

That's some god mode shit, i'm omnipotent,

Plus bitch, i put myself on -reduction- mode

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Bow down the rap god has spoke, the real harmonic praised lyrics/

See i've been playin' hard, i keep down and pray to god,

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Its a sickness , i can't resist these bitches thickness,how could god leave