This is a song about "Sam adams"

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Shit is over i'll drive over you in my rover damn, i'm the son of sam you vultures

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

I'm more furious then serious sam

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Uncle sam, just try to sandwich ya

Used to call me the african don dada