This is a song about "Ink pad"

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

Ink, cause i cant go back on this, flawless

I'll push carts just to buy a fuckin launch pad/

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

When love comes callin', don’t love back

Now put that pen on the pad

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Am i ever gone catch a wink, desperate need of ink

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

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

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Work hard with the pen and pad

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer