This is a song about "Mark frye liam young"

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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

Have that consistence drive long as your motor’s running

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Million, maybe, question mark that

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard