This is a song about "Feelings like ink"

What happened to feelings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Had i not been exposed to these things

Dont judge me ...its my feelings

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

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions