This is a song about "Matt adams"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

Im that fiend bloody stacy adams trigger finger diamond ring

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams

Its ok matt you can think of her while your sleeping

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king