This is a song about "Staight to dome"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

They blowing up my phone

I woulda done anything for my own

Shit louder than the thunder dome

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

While i'm expressing thoughts of hip-hop from my golden dome,

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

As a fein/ my mother tried to brain wash my dome/ wouldnt let

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Cemetery is their new home, they couldnt handle my off the dome

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

Yea and this is something to think about

That wil tell you staight and shame you out

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top