This is a song about "Hot sauce and eggs"

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Who running your block and what chick be hot

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

I'm the fine line between that lukewarm and hot,

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

I was high with hot hand and nice ride

Ain't no eggs for the batter

My records sell, yes sir

Roast under a sauce of wine.

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls