This is a song about "The taste of ink"

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

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

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

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey