This is a song about "Ink up"

That shit was wack as fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

Where you welcome to problems

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

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

The ink on my fingertips should be on my lips - it's a love bite

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

I think im better than kid ink

The former, position of a pimp

My ink pen so racist,

She leave her hair in the sink

I'll never call you bitch again

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

So she decides to stand up, woman up and never give up