This is a song about "Mark"

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Place a certain exclamation mark,

I don't want it on my back

Million, maybe, question mark that

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

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

Rapping bout things that leave mark

See, where i come from is hard

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

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Making our mark vol.1 coming soon