This is a song about "Kid ink"

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

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

Let's get some ink try not to wink

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

To my unborn child

Ink sodomized in mind,

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I think im better than kid ink

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Resin sharing with a dick kid

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

I'm responding with some golden ink,

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits