This is a song about "Black ink"

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

And i been fucking with cosby since i was ten, you damn right

The ink on my fingertips should be on my lips - it's a love bite

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Don't mean to be impatient

My ink pen so racist,

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Let's get some ink try not to wink

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Ink sodomized in mind,

Jimmy back me, child