This is a song about "Mark adams"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Make your mark all over the town

Oh no we got to slow the city down

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

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

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