This is a song about "Steak sauce"

She self made, i'm self made

You want this beef? im makin a steak

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

I'll try not to barbeque you with me steak.

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

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I'm too hot to start beef i start steak

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Lay back and eat steak, as i watch your mother get fucked in the face

There's not much at stake, hungry for blood, could eat a t-rex steak.

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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