This is a song about "Mark"

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

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

Million, maybe, question mark that

I don't want it on my back

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

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

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not