This is a song about "Bitches give dome"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Give me 2 bitches white bitches preferably

So i guess you think you grown

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

So why waste time on bitches who don't give a damn

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

I got computer technology inside of my dome

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

On dome splits, mind blown only blow commotion,

If i could just see 'em, i'd give those bitches a slap.

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack