This is a song about "Ink on paper"

Oh snap i am whiter than a paper on crack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Write your names on the separate piece of paper

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Needed to get on a paper route

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Lookin' for these better days

Im on a paper chase

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I spit rough,mouth close pencil and hands on paper,