This is a song about "I have a pen i have an apple uh aple pen"

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

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

Flyer than the rest of them

I got got my pad and pen

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

The flow's cold as a shoulder

So i use my pen like a soldier

All i needs my grind, a pen a page and rhymes,

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

But i'm the one making an effort with a pad and pen

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I might be rude and insensitive when i strike a pen when i rap

Who the fuck want it with,me yeah i didnt think so,i dont write with a pen

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then