This is a song about "Ink pad"

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

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

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I couldnt write if i bled ink

Beach on the weekend

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Saying they this and that

Work hard with the pen and pad