This is a song about "Adams j"

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

A rational b j given by your raps

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Your stomach is aching michael j fox shaking

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

My flow better than cool j

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

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

He's looking scarier than j. edgar hoover

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her