This is a song about "Ink pad"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I think im better than kid ink

And i'm just being honest

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

My city's culture to the game now in existence

If i lost you be patient

My ink pen so racist,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

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

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

I couldnt write if i bled ink