This is a song about "Ram up"

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

No passion when im fucking ram in your stomach

It's not making sense to you right now but

So i ain't giving a fuck

Mr. right's running up,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast

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

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Fascinated her, discriminated school boy

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson