This is a song about "Ink cartridge"

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Secret society all we ask is trust

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

From this ink on the tablet when it leaks, know i'm ill,

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Stand still while i unload this cartridge.

By god, slow grind

Ink sodomized in mind,

Won't hesitate to waste a cartridge,

Trip, and then you never snitch