This is a song about "The sauce"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I put these poems all in these songs

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Slash your throat into tomato sauce, you'll pay the cost,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips