This is a song about "Feelings like ink"

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

And finish my unwrittens with the new ink i've acquired

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

I'm responding with some golden ink,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

You want beef? we'll start a gulf stream war

Dont give a fuck like what we need feelings for,

Ink sodomized in mind,

To my unborn child

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

My ink pen so racist,

She leave her hair in the sink