This is a song about "Mark hunt"

We raiders of the lost ark

Place a certain exclamation mark,

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

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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

That happen to act like a black president

Times like this i remember the hunt

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

Million, maybe, question mark that

May just gon' bring hobo back

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Let me breathe hard like it was hard