This is a song about "Dome"

I don't need no fucking throne

Shit louder than the thunder dome

Put my number in your phone

You've got a broken 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

And don't you bring your camera phone

Aim bullets straight at your dome

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Can't hear me? does your dome work?

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Im writing this shit off the dome but its going great

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade