This is a song about "Ink me"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

And you could find interest

I'm responding with some golden ink,

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

I couldnt write if i bled ink

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

From the womb, my newborn child

Ink sodomized in mind,

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

8 in the morning when that street clock bust