This is a song about "Spit off the dome"

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Off the top of the dome, hold up lemme change my flow

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

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

We don't set prices we don't set prices we create that shit off the dome

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Louder than the thunder dome is, no roaming