This is a song about "Ink pad"

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Let's get some ink try not to wink

And you could find interest

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

From the womb, my newborn child

Ink sodomized in mind,

I couldnt write if i bled ink

The former, position of a pimp