This is a song about "I spit of the dome"

You're the punch line of every rhyme that i spit.

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

So i parked in a tow-away zone

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

With this rap as my rack of the bars that i spit

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I spit these words to try and reverse the curse of our universe

Sleeping in the ground on a mound full of shit i'll spit on your tomb, i would've even

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

But when i spit its atomic, like feeling the force of a comet.