This is a song about "Taste tears"

But i learnt how to wipe them tears

You'll be rich in 2010 if you bought shares

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Today also, whenever my eyes brin with tears

Like they always say, blood, sweat and tears

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

And i feared that my fans say i failed

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

But i learnt how to wipe them tears

Double mg, we millionaires

Baby i’mma mess, mess

When static taste my breath

I'd fuck fate herself if she had the taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

And this is only a taste