This is a song about "My homey dom"

For the outlawz, here we come

My words are my rhythm

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

30 chains on, bet the light work

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.