This is a song about "Mark"

Cause everytime yall come around

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

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

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

Im sayin one night my love is like that

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Million, maybe, question mark that

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free