This is a song about "My feelings are like ink"

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Chillin on a hill like two villians switchin feelings

Don't mean to be impatient

My ink pen so racist,

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

To express my feelings outward using liquid solidity

My feelings are peeling and i'm kneeling so i don't begin unfeeling.

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My pencil hits the paper, ink releases and spills,

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

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word