This is a song about "Spit off the dome"

Well to each his own, gilly off the dome, it's like from wheat to bone

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

Uh! look at me going i'm writing off the dome.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Louder than the thunder dome is, no roaming

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

I like to roam like my dome find me in the road

Take his anger off and spit it and put it back on the shelf

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

You be on that stalker shit

Fuck im coming off the dome with it

Keepin' me distraught, i'll spit off with mitts off 'cuz i'm pissed off

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce