This is a song about "Mark"

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Rapping bout things that leave mark

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

Ha, in your loophole though

And there's little to be glad for

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Million, maybe, question mark that

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

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