This is a song about "Patron gun dome"

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

Smoother than patron taste, my mind is in its own place

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

You ain't' doing shit til you put 10 gees on fantasy football

Grab my knife and my gun

I am not the only one

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Yup, hit e.t up on the cell phone

You've got a broken dome

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

While i'm expressing thoughts of hip-hop from my golden dome,