This is a song about "Taste of sniper"

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

A taste of waste i don't want here.

Be yourself, just show me you're real

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Thats taste like all of you phoney lies and bullshit

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Now let me give you a little taste of my flavor

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

My visions tainted,the hieroglyphics of a sniper