This is a song about "Taste of sniper"

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Feeding pieces of them to each other so they taste it

Once you get a taste of this shit you can't go back.

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

When i cut you i seen your blood and i enjoyed the taste of that

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

J. cole's her ghost writer

Right with my bro sniper,

So i can give him a taste of his own medicine

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son