This is a song about "Ink pad"

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill

From this ink on the tablet when it leaks, know i'm ill,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Once it's ink gets on its pages

The third one is mixed, white and black

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

I call it speaking tongues

I couldnt write if i bled ink

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that