This is a song about "Apple sauce ass havin babies"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Pumpin babies from teen ladies

We can make more, make babies

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Home to asthmatic babies in her tenement

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Sauce in your veins you'll get tossed in the flames/

Here i go again, falling in love

Suspicious babies in britches

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips