This is a song about "Patron gun dome"

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

On dome splits, mind blown only blow commotion,

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Shit louder than the thunder dome

What you think i flow for? y'all niggas is old dog

Cuz the gun is at ya dome you don't want to hear it talk

In the car with a gun,

I wonder so often

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

This shit fresh off the top of my dome

I got computer technology inside of my dome

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome