This is a song about "Kenny adams"

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Yo, fuck 2dopeboyz and fuck nah right

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head