This is a song about "Ink to ma body"

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.

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

U ain't good to stand in ma face,

They say that i never cease to amaze

Let's get some ink try not to wink

You're talking to one of the greatest

Oh yeah, shout out to ma propers too...

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Rhyming ma feeling from a to da z now am free

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Straight to song writing the minute i get out ma bed

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Im throwin' shots to yo body