This is a song about "Off the dome piece"

It's a sad thing, the dumb shit that comes out of your stupid dome

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

My home is a dome, no escape time to pack the vape,

Cemetery is their new home, they couldnt handle my off the dome

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

As i cut off yet another limb, tear off a piece of your skin.

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

And i'm not from the 'hood, so i never packed a piece,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

Know i just call it head phone

Louder than the thunder dome is, no roaming

And my only fear's a wedding ring