This is a song about "Taste so good"

So close now i can almost taste it.

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Are so good while yours are mold

Call me a product of my own damn hood

So sad to say, but it's all good

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Taste good, don't it cousin? just so you know, its nothing

This is like love, that you can never get

I'm so close to the fame i can almost taste it

It's so good it dosen't even seem right

We been down for too long but that's alright

So close now i can almost taste it.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Acting like you’re so hood, but your raps are no good,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would