This is a song about "Heat dome"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Bitches giving me dome like a glass sphere.

Next level, c-3po 2.0, enhanced heat,

Sometimes i think, what i need

A peanut in the heat

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

Niggas runnin round carrying heat

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

Aim bullets straight at your dome

And it's well known that rell home

Shit louder than the thunder dome

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone