This is a song about "Whore sauce"

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Ever since then i had no job

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

If you try to give it to me at the door

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

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

So fuck life to all those whore

Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

We all know she’s a closet whore,

The art of war

But she’s a slut she’s whore