This is a song about "Mark hunt"

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

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

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

My niggas is winning though

But got comma’s in my statement

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

18 year sentence with no parole

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

And let's change the way we treat each other

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Back up on the old hunt,

Ill hunt them down with motherfucking rounds (bang)

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

I hunt more vicious than a starving cougar

See, i like the person that you are