This is a song about "Hotel kid ink"

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

Exposing myself locked inside of a cozy hotel posing

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

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

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Ink, cause i cant go back on this, flawless

Sometimes i feel so worthless

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

So here i am at the store for some chips

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist