This is a song about "Spit off the dome"

The kings get killed very least overthrown

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

Nigga i could flip a verse off the top of the dome

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

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

Spit rhyme after rhyme, i'm flying off the page

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

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

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

And i could see you coming home after work late

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Put the 9 up to her dome and she's screaming why me