This is a song about "Ink"

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Here i go again, falling in love

So here i am at the store for some chips

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

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

I couldnt write if i bled ink

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips