This is a song about "Kid ink"

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Ink, cause i cant go back on this, flawless

I couldnt write if i bled ink

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

My ink pen so racist,

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

Or who did, cause i did

It sucked for this coward kid

Mad, still make em naked

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

So keep playin the game kid

There's always that one kid

To see you and you hated