This is a song about "Ink up"

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Kod a couple fifties like a precinct

I'm responding with some golden ink,

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

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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