This is a song about "Sword to the dome"

Women at my pole

Brought the sword as a mind control

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Louder than the thunder dome is, no roaming

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Lickin the blood that drips off the sword

Without the sound of guns

The sword of lone vengeance/

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

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

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

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home