This is a song about "Feelings like ink"

Before we see it's hard to live

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

From this ink on the tablet when it leaks, know i'm ill,

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I call it speaking tongues

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Words cannot describe my feelings

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Like a flood of unwilling feelings boring into this hole

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Not king james, these were coke kings