This is a song about "Mark"

You know you stuntin’ a break – uh break- breakdown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Million, maybe, question mark that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

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

The vacancy that sat in my heart

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

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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