This is a song about "Rom ram"

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Man it's easy, i'll just slice 'n' ram them

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

I need a backyard full court size

Bring the battering ram where you live

A happy home, that's my fantasy

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

She ain't got a man

Driving in my dodge ram

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

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Big, but as durable as a cd rom

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john