This is a song about "Come on and slam"

Come right back on 'em, fight, and leave 'em in the dirt yo

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I slam my door shut and go back to sleep

Real niggas never hate another man

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

See i ain't tryna think about no phone bills

So come on and go on eat some of your pills

"malcolm come on man, lay off"

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Then come back later and slash the tires on your wheelchair.

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Come right back on 'em, fight, and even though it hurts,