This is a song about "Dome head"

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

You've got a broken dome

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

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Im writing this off the dome and i can still win

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

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

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

On dome splits, mind blown only blow commotion,