This is a song about "Mark freeman"

Place a certain exclamation mark,

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Million, maybe, question mark that

Ballin til the buzzer blow

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

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

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

And california on that jerk shit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it