This is a song about "Ink"

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

Cause she's playing both roles like her occupation was dyke, fucking right

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Once it's ink gets on its pages

This is my story, it flows through ink and gets printed on paper.

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I couldnt write if i bled ink

That means i wanna be the highest

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

And finish my unwrittens with the new ink i've acquired

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first