This is a song about "Mark"

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

But i can't cry, instead i'm just a shoulder

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

Luxury life, results living bad

Million, maybe, question mark that

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

Or let the mob handle that

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat