This is a song about "Mark dotto"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock

That's right period or question mark (anybody)

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Place a certain exclamation mark,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

All you need is a little spark to make your mark