This is a song about "Mark akins"

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

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

My wrist is all red from the cutter

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

All you need is a spark two make your mark

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark