This is a song about "Hot sauce"

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

On hot blocks, to pop rocks, hot shots for top spots,

Maybe this might actually make the night hot

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Roast under a sauce of wine.

You better get yours fore i reach mine

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

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

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

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