This is a song about "Ink up"

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

My ink pen so racist,

And you know my drift

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Say what you wanna but

Lights coming up, night coming up,

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

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

Good kids make bad grown ups

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

My city's culture to the game now in existence

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,