This is a song about "The taste of ink"

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

And finish my unwrittens with the new ink i've acquired

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

From this ink on the tablet when it leaks, know i'm ill,