This is a song about "Barbecue sauce"

I'll easily barbecue your reply and kangaroo-kick your confidence,

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

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

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Ran through an alleystill lookin' for my getawaycoppers said freeze, or you'll be dead today

Barbecue meals laughing having a blasttill you met a roommate it was our doomsday

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits