This is a song about "Mark foster"

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I got a big fear of flying

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

All you need is a spark two make your mark

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Watch out for my diacritical mark.