This is a song about "Dome head"

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

Uh! look at me going i'm writing off the dome.

Popping lame rappers, i'll hit ya dome with caps, and style's dire,

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile

Can't hear me? does your dome work?

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm blowing out your dome because i'm going cold with vengeance

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

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

So i guess you think you grown