This is a song about "How ma dick taste"

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

It's funny how you're telling me to get off your dick

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Streakin' away and breakin' ma' way,cuz hell yeah that's how i roll.

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Isabella, ma bella

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste