This is a song about "Glock to ya dome"

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

When my dome starts / it goes far/ then wont start to quit

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

These niggas take me to the glock

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

You know where im gettin to, dont ya?

A legend have to bow, africa

Motherfucker i'm on to ya,

I get my cake; i love hip hop

Champ with a pencil thats the glock

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

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

You've got a broken dome

And it's well known that rell home

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

Police pull up, i'm tryna stash the glock