This is a song about "Tarmal sauce"

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

I like my friends imaginary with no names

Roast under a sauce of wine.

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

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