This is a song about "Ink"

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

Ink sodomized in mind,

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

If i lost you be patient

My ink pen so racist,

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

This is my story, it flows through ink and gets printed on paper.