This is a song about "Mark adams"

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Prolly cause them niggas wasn't near me, clearly

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

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

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

That's right period or question mark (anybody)

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are