This is a song about "Slam"

I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental

Put a rapper in his place and slam my car hood down,on his skull,

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

Hard horned stab and jab like a ram slam bam damn

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Or knock it off, slam on the floor

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Using all my will power to prevent the urge to slam you in the cement

All go crazy for days in amazement

I slam your face down into the pavement,

I hit that pipebomb with a slam and im talking free

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Hears the door slam, now they're all alone

And don't you bring your camera phone