This is a song about "Bullet to the dome"

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I'll put a bullet through the top of your skull and down to your spine!

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

Cuz the gun is at ya dome you don't want to hear it talk

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

And it's well known that rell home

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

To rightly ride an overgrown hoe to the dome. consider me an enemy and

Off the top of the dome, hold up lemme change my flow

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto