This is a song about "Mark akins"

Expose those fries, can't hold those down

Make your mark all over the town

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The vacancy that sat in my heart

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

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming

Mark my words, better die off fighting/