This is a song about "Domes"

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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