This is a song about "Mark akins"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

Bitch you should see my wallet

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Get off a key like i can’t sing

He won't sit down, given the crown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

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

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

Same bitches used to play me though