This is a song about "Ram rom"

Hotel suite, room keys is a gift

My ram is 1000 gb, and i'm the fastest.

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

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

Don't give a fuck, litter life

Bring the battering ram where you live

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson