This is a song about "The taste of ink"

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I'd rather be in chains as i taste the flavour of the tub,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Got rewarded with the taste of ya mommas rack

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Come get a taste, of the these coca lines

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

The pen, it hits the paper, move mountains, the ink, it drips,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer