This is a song about "Got sauce"

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

I got my drink, i got my music

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

That means i have no block

To prove what i've got

Only real niggas stay on top

Just a feeling i've got

I got more and you got less

I'm hoping i confess

The memories we've got,

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

And to my side i've got

This is the part where we run hip hop