This is a song about "Fuck you mark"

Terrorize you dont give a fuck

A twenty somethin cup

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

No thank you, just fuck you,

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

And there's no way i can pay you back

Million, maybe, question mark that

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

So agressive they were, they'd diss you, leavin' you wit' a mark//