This is a song about "Barbecue your sauce"

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

While working on my mistakes

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

And i need you to show me love

Roast under a sauce of wine.

If i had on 'bama line

Jasons mask is off and my face is plastered with tobasco sauce

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I'll never call you bitch again

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Intendent attend them, cool cause