This is a song about "The taste of ink"

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

But she's not alonemiss independent

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Want a taste of the lyrical soup,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

You are right the taste of hate has grown stale

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you