This is a song about "Whore sauce"

And you ain't gotta go to war

When you become the whole world's whore

Where would i be without my dogs

Spreading that gospel sauce!

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

Roast under a sauce of wine.

There you lyin’ a rhyme

Christian dior your girl is a whore

And slid back north of course to pen more

You ain't gotta worry no more

We all know she’s a closet whore,

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,