This is a song about "Glock to ya dome"

Cause i ain't mad at cha

Just to come and shoot ya

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

You can swallow your words like a full load to the dome

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Fuck that job been around that block

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

Shit louder than the thunder dome

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Always keepin it real showin my girls how to keep a glock on your block concealed,

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Thats what i'm supposed to say to ya.

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah