This is a song about "Adams"

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever