Kel Francisco - Mild Sauce [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Westside that's the wildest, police chases and races
Niggas is flaunting money for thots with ugly faces
With that ass sitting right in those leggings on the block
She want a nigga who a hitta he just wanna get some top
Hot thots wanna gimmie some brain I'm pinky
Slump her over as I light up my trees they stinky
I got some shish too so what you wanna do
Make up ya mind because I'm tryna get my cashew
Now thats a nut Morris, chest to ya clitoris
Killin rappers send arrangements from ya local florist
Spit sporadic getting bands I'm aristocratic
Ball like the Final Four and you ain't even in the bracket
Catch me out in traffic I'm bout that action jackson
Float like a butterfly sting like an anglo saxon
You barely passing mediocre bag you up like kroger
You do this shit high lemmie see you write one sober
I got that mild sauce flowing for you chicken dinners
She left ya ass because she wanna kick it with a winner
Its Mr. Put Ya Baby Mama In It in full affect
So if you tryna tryna rhyme with me better come correct
Leaders shirts camo pants and my Timbs are wheat
The police jockin cuz a nigga looking kind of street
The ladies jockin cuz they heard the kid Miami Heat
Well I don't mean brag or toot my horn but beep beep
Thats the sound of a money machine
When counting all this green gets too much for a teen
Been thumbing through it all day like pages of magazines
I guess this how it fucking feels to say you living a dream
Been through hell on the streets of the windy city
It took a while for niggas to say they was rocking with me
I got some love now niggas waiting on me to gon and drop the LP
Like damn, I preciate you waiting so patiently