This is a song about "Dom thinks he huge after he got his first hu"

He thinks he could be a poet while he is peeing on a pot

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

So he got an ache in his belly eya-eya o

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

This shit has got my soul

He thinks that he can control

He's snapped and now he's trapped, first he killed his neighbor's cats,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Blind, damn his so fuken kind he thinks he is better than me

Only thinks about himself never about his people he walks amongst the evil

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

The first time he threw a punch was when his brother got hit

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

He feels on top, nobody doper, now he got his own brochure