This is a song about "Dome head"

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Raps from my golden dome, hear it in vocal tones,

And don't you bring your camera phone

You've got a broken dome

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Do not attempt to interfere

Bitches giving me dome like a glass sphere.

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Im writing this off the dome and i can still win

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

Mami told me son, hold your own