This is a song about "Spit off the dome"

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

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

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

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

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

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

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Poppin off the dome, i'm so blown bro, i'm zoned out

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

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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