This is a song about "Ink me"

I'm responding with some golden ink,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Your arms enfold me, cloak me

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

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

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

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

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

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

And you could find interest

I couldnt write if i bled ink