This is a song about "Fountain pens"

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Gaining youth, drink from the chalice at the fountain.

And yes i am the teacher class sit on down/ take yah pens out/ n jot this down/

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

Downtown am proudly pissing in the fountain shouting

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I express my dreams when im engraving my text , the pens intense to me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Fountain of rap, smirkin'.

My nigga, its all love

Pens dance across pages,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I vent my dreams cause the pens intense to me

Advice and scribble my thoughts with grey pens

Dominating of the eastside shall commence