This is a song about "Quick and taste foods"

Step to the plate and get a taste, i'm in battle mode

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

Of things to accomplish, and write a date quick

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Being in 2 places and to pull myself together quick!

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

You already are caged

And this is only a taste

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Just face it like eights and embrace the taste i'm creating

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

They will diss your dissonance and rip your ligaments 'n' dick quick