This is a song about "Ram"

Bring the battering ram where you live

That they gotta tell me how to live my life

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

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Both: this the perfect plan

Driving in my dodge ram

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago

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

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

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

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Wearin' nothin' but they fuckin' blast with the matchin' turban