This is a song about "Hotel kid ink"

We don't ever make love

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Hungry for more at my hotel room there getting cock feeding

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

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Fuck a deserted lot we throw parties at the hotel

Let's get some ink try not to wink

That means i wanna be the highest

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

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

My ink pen so racist,

Who you callin rapist

I was in my room hotel playing halo

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow