This is a song about "Staight to dome"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

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

When my dome starts / it goes far/ then wont start to quit

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

He threw a punch at a poor kids dome

Born alone, work alone, die alone

To rightly ride an overgrown hoe to the dome. consider me an enemy and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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