This is a song about "Kenny adams"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

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

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

Hold on to the now, cuz i know sex be changing everything

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Ill hit you out the park just like im kenny loft.

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

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