This is a song about "Flavor"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

When you at flavor flavs, i punch the clock for my time spent,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

That shit got no flavor claiming you the lyrical saviour please

Huh, i can't interpret her

Taste it she's my favorite flavor

The game lost its flavor so chew some fresh bars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I love the hate but i aint got no time to savor the flavor

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor

Dizzy wright on they bout to bring the flavor,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her