This is a song about "Patron gun dome"

And it runs up though their brains and relaxes in their dome,

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Purp and patron can seal the deal

I got that mass appeal

He threw a punch at a poor kids dome

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

And isaiah say one day your time will come

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

And you can tell everyone

In the car with a gun,

Shit louder than the thunder dome

Be shy when we're all alone

Cold, my style making my nose run

Escaping from my fucken gun

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone