This is a song about "The taste of ink"

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I'd rather be in chains as i taste the flavour of the tub,

When i cut you i seen your blood and i enjoyed the taste of that

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap