This is a song about "Sex drugs ink iron"

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

I think im better than kid ink

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

Drugs, sex, killing and lots of madness

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You other bitches sniffing my ink emissions

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Once it's ink gets on its pages

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

From this ink on the tablet when it leaks, know i'm ill,

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And you know my drift

My ink pen so racist,