This is a song about "The taste of ink"

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

One taste of the red pill and you'll never go on back to blue

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,

Tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

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

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try