This is a song about "The taste of ink"

You could have it all alone, cause i’m better without you

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

If you're the best i'll slay ya, have a taste of the slayer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I made 'em take a taste of the amazing race, the saving grace,

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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