This is a song about "Barbecue your sauce"

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

Charring fools like barbecue food when i spar with dudes,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

I ain't interested in fame

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs