This is a song about "Domino the destitute"

After the fire, comes the rain

I ain't interested in fame

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Than the birds on the wire

Of impactful things one can ask for

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Take the exit, the nearest left

Never ever pay rent