This is a song about "Quick and taste"

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

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

With a brick, and ill be real quick.

On trial for possession of some chronic

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Shit so sick and i flow quick,

And this is only a taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

Feeling like it’s armageddon and imabout to get a ride quick

Because her skin taste like caramel on a beignet and cinnamon

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from