This is a song about "Mark adams"

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Million, maybe, question mark that

I don't want it on my back

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

All you need is a spark two make your mark

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Making our mark vol.1 coming soon

My legion is doom, my gorilla's monsoon

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple