This is a song about "Pen"

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

The paper to the pen.

Hoes row got beans in them

Talk to myself now, so i'm always bringing a pen

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Pig pen motherfucker

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

And on the stone write the epitaph in pen,

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

I don't care what it did to them

This paper to the pen

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Load pen of syllables