This is a song about "Mark gulrud"

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

You, you, you have to pay for that

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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

That's right period or question mark (anybody)

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Get a piece of pussy then take my niggas to shop

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

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Straight g thing, double m g thing