This is a song about "Jeri adams"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Together all the timethought it was true love