This is a song about "Dome head"

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

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

We don't set prices we don't set prices we create that shit off the dome

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

He threw a punch at a poor kids dome

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

It's a sad thing, the dumb shit that comes out of your stupid dome

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

I got computer technology inside of my dome

I'll put a fukn bullet straight through ur dome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown