This is a song about "Pen"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

Keep dissin me, come on get pissed and pick up a pen

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

The race war, when it's us against all of them

If yal scared of the pad, you dont wanna see the pen,

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Better yet they work my every nerve

Pen and paper, peel the layers

My ink pen so racist,

And you know my drift

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

All i need is paper and pen

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them