This is a song about "Flavour"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I'd rather be in chains as i taste the flavour of the tub,

Hear my story than sus the pages, reading rhymes with fresh flavour for those haters,

Were fucking alligators, there just traitors while were innovators

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Off your favourite flavour packet of crisp