This is a song about "The taste of ink"

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

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

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

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

You gave me a taste, now i know there's no getting off you

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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