This is a song about "Got sauce"

But sadly they're all i got

Ever since then i had no job

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

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

Just a feeling i've got

I get my cake; i love hip hop

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

If you ain't about money

Got high and my brain got mushy...

To prove what i've got

I know you just doing your job

They calling me often to offer me walls

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce