This is a song about "Mark"

And i got that bait, they all bad

Million, maybe, question mark that

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

The door crack, niggas all black

How bout we blow this bit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art