This is a song about "Kenny adams"

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

Screams from kenny woods still phantom ride

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

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

And i ain't stopping baby even if the light is red

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever