This is a song about "Ink pad"

Hoping for the cashes , fat pad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Killing these niggas off quick

Rap pad was forever haunted

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Here i go again, falling in love again

And panned out, i'm all in love

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Ink sodomized in mind,

I'm on my grind

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Good kids make bad grown ups