This is a song about "Ink up"

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

But she's not alonemiss independent

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up