This is a song about "Ink pad"

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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.

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Ink, cause i cant go back on this, flawless

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Iv not long joined rap pad

Can't win with a passive attack

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

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

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits