This is a song about "Mark freeman"

Voice in my head it's morgan freeman:

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

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

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

All you need is a spark two make your mark

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Mark my words, better die off fighting/