This is a song about "Glock to ya dome"

Cuz the gun is at ya dome you don't want to hear it talk

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Put the 9 up to her dome and she's screaming why me

I don't need no fucking throne

Shit louder than the thunder dome

Thats what i'm supposed to say to ya.

Our history that they stole, africa

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

I like to roam like my dome find me in the road

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

As a fein/ my mother tried to brain wash my dome/ wouldnt let

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

Ya balls get a itch pass it to ya mother to scratch.