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

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

I crawl up and down bitches legs like im a fucking caterpillar,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I could hear the crowd and take a bow,

Late nights and early flights, rushing right now

Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now

My seat sittin down watch you niggas take a bow

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

Kings bow down when i grab the mic

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

And i was constantly told to be in a kind of mode,

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load