This is a song about "Ram your nan"

Lucky seven probably poppa

Leave your running to your mamma,

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Your on fire.. your on fire

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

And there's little to be glad for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

Black fours red drop head doors

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls