This is a song about "Liquid ink"

And you know my drift

My ink pen so racist,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I'm responding with some golden ink,

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Ink, feather, and paper cuts

I couldnt write if i bled ink

And you could find interest

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

The ink spilling at 2 words per second