This is a song about "Mark adams"

The door crack, niggas all black

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

February cold as my heart

Rapping bout things that leave mark

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard