This is a song about "Flavor"

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Dizzy wright on they bout to bring the flavor,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

That shit got no flavor claiming you the lyrical saviour please

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Layer of fear flavor of terrors clear mantling i

The ghetto savior, smooth, the real playa with flavor

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

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

The game lost its flavor so chew some fresh bars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

Miss i want to read into your nature

Taste it she's my favorite flavor