This is a song about "Quick and taste"

Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

Spitting ridiculous shit and i split you in half quick

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

This the realest pain shit, dames and manes with discerning taste hit

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit