This is a song about "Feelings like ink"

Dont give a fuck like what we need feelings for,

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

My ink pen so racist,

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

But she's not alonemiss independent

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Before, music reflected my feelings,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Am i ever gone catch a wink, desperate need of ink

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Because i ran out of ink in my pen