This is a song about "Adams"

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

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

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

So i happen to phil jacksons along the way with this talking

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems