This is a song about "Adam s mustache"

Adam eve, devil god

I fucking hate this job

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

Adam sandler, verses that'll rip your face off like a polar bear

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

They at the same spot they making no progress

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Like adam and eve from god's path you're lost

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',