This is a song about "All my bars right of the top of my dome"

When they showed up at your door at christmas

My bars are off the chain, they're a product of

I got computer technology inside of my dome

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Whining and complaining about when you coming home

While i'm expressing thoughts of hip-hop from my golden dome,

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Tho my eyes on the top, dont regret none of that.

Top of my pile of bodies

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Proclaim my thoughts reasons and opinions and reclaim my thrown at the top of this rap "game",

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

To show off my bars pick apart the carcass of deceased

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars