This is a song about "Straight to te dome"

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

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

You just tryin' to run game

Looking out te window pain

Let em marinate, you forever late

And still be able to stand up straight

Balling, but it’s not a game

You were rising straight to fame

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Straight to the point/integrating philosophy,

Sent straight from lyrical heaven to get this bitch straight/

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Early adapters agree they all late

My brain's dead weight, i'm trying to get my head straight

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

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