This is a song about "Adams holman"

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

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever