This is a song about "Domes"

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

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

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

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