This is a song about "Taste so good"

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

So close now i can almost taste it.

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

So close now i can almost taste it.

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

So close now i can almost taste it.

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

We’ve never had it so good, uh huh

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

My music is so good its almost therapeutic

Flow so good, fuck them critics

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

So sad to say, but it's all good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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