This is a song about "Ink"

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

But most times darling the sequel sucks

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

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

I couldnt write if i bled ink

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

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

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

My rap isn't fast but i have been the coldest

And i'm just being honest

Let's get some ink try not to wink

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Trying to get back to this thing called love

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since