This is a song about "Mark akins"

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

That's right period or question mark (anybody)

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

This is why her nigga mad

Million, maybe, question mark that

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

I know a little betty from downtown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Make your mark all over the town

February cold as my heart

Rapping bout things that leave mark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark