This is a song about "Taste food"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Mother can't afford to bring food and medicine

No doctors and lawyers or nurses and cops, just fast food,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

And in this game you the gators' food

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

I was starving, didn't have money to buy food

But they sold jello in the paint

And this is only a taste

But they both taste the same

Ice melts into rain