This is a song about "Ink cartridge"

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

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

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

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

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

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

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I'm responding with some golden ink,

And you could find interest

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen