This is a song about "Domes"

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I'm open minded, you would think my fuckin' domes hollow,

People in the ghetto are banging, and steady knocking domes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Liquors are out, shit is around the world, because i'll be knockin' domes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Throwing rhymes and sewing lines like seamstresses, pop folks in domes,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Its a home run, your domes done, go home son

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Collect the heads of foes and then im putting all their domes on stakes