This is a song about "Domes"

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

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

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

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

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

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

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

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

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

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

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