This is a song about "Kenny adams"

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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