This is a song about "Mark c"

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

In the club like fuck it, though

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

From the time that you stole my heart

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Cause all i want is you, baby

So agressive they were, they'd diss you, leavin' you wit' a mark//

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard