This is a song about "Hotel kid ink"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

I think im better than kid ink

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Ink, cause i cant go back on this, flawless

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I was in my room hotel playing halo

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Rub the wood and ima show em love

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

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