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

Hip hop is the game, domination top of my check-list

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers

Be shy when we're all alone

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

Picking words from the top of my cranium

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

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

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

But the twist in all of this, is, all of my children's,

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

I'm at the top of the game in my mind

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus