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

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Cause when i'm broke i got no time for the fellas. listen

Same shit you said yesterday

And pleads the key of mercy,

Of being rich and powerful

The root of all evil

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Swap the ram sticks, boot and hope that this is it

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Land of the burgers and fries,

Yank a stick of ram, hope i got the right one though

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

And the middle of guns and in the middle of lies so

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though