This is a song about "St louis rams"

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

You could say im like louis & clark

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

But they butt heads like two rams in their prime

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Is written in our souls, africa

Quit tryna act like you the shit, you ain't no louis vuitton

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long