This is a song about "Domes"

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

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

They all need attention, they call me a g though

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

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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