This is a song about "Mark"

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

A working genius, a work of art

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

Million, maybe, question mark that

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Promise if you hold me down

Make your mark all over the town