This is a song about "The taste of ink"

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

I made 'em take a taste of the amazing race, the saving grace,

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

Because i ran out of ink in my pen

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Enforce, i'm elegant and

The ink spilling at 2 words per second