This is a song about "Mark being gay"

Like a small garage in your backyard

Rapping bout things that leave mark

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Make your mark all over the town

They can’t even come around

Place a certain exclamation mark,

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

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

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark