This is a song about "Ink cartridge"

I couldnt write if i bled ink

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Now can i take it off yarub my tongue across yai do it so right

The ink on my fingertips should be on my lips - it's a love bite

I wish i’ll never see you again

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Let's have a toast for this new love

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Through the tablet sheet leak when the ink spills soft,