This is a song about "Ink pad"

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

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

I'd rather you tell me to hit you later

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Don't mean to be impatient

My ink pen so racist,

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

But she's not alonemiss independent

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Rap pad was forever haunted

You gone make me flip then split your shit