This is a song about "Tasted"

My records sell, yes sir

You never tasted paper

Just to see how it tasted

You, you, you have to pay for that

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

Then discribe how it tasted like dessert to us all

He would never be the center of attention, never even tasted

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

All you circle jerker ain't even basic, face it, a pussy you never tasted

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

The boy who had tasted the heights of heaven itself fell to the deepest pits of hell