This is a song about "Butt sauce"

I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt

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

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Houdini niggas, linguine ass butt munch

I know you're mad, but so what

I like to poop out of my butt,

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Now he takes it up the butt while he puckers up

Sound like applause when she shakin that butt

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck