This is a song about "The taste of ink"

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

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

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

And i feared that my fans say i failed

So take your out notebook and listen, when i say this dont faint

Lead the human race away from a foolish place of bad music taste

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

Can you taste the sweet smell of victory?

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

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