This is a song about "Differences of ram and rom"

Indubitably i'm too street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Driving in my dodge ram

Self made self paid man

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

Man it's easy, i'll just slice 'n' ram them

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

And the significance of cops

Land of the burgers and fries,

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

And i already 99 of them,

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Start whine, my gyal, start whine