This is a song about "Crushed her adams apple"

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

But i ain't holding back even though it left my shoulders crushed,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

When you're crushed by perfection

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

But i ain't holding back even though it left my shoulders crushed,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac