This is a song about "Taste"

But we be having that jersey

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Getting green like an avocado, but with plain taste,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

That tends to taste of beautiful blend.

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

And this is only a taste

Biting rhymes, but saying y'all don't like how they taste

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced